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Every day your voice becomes more mine.
I hear it night after night and at every sunrise.
Every day, your face is more beautiful.
Your hair is more of the wind and I more of your skin.

And every day, I think of you every day, I feel you,
every day I am a prisoner of you.
Every day I find you in my joy,
because you are mine, mine, every mine.
You are the sun, the earth, the music,
the grass, of every day.

Every day, I write your name more.
There are more melodies that I invent for you.