Okay.
When you spoke softly
You spoke like a river,
like a wind
Like a flower with a scent of autumn
Like a flower with a scent of autumn
When you spoke softly
When you spoke softly
My picture is still
in my bosom
Words were like a breeze If I didn't hear your voice,
the world would be deserted
Mountains would be torn,
rivers would dry Clouds would fall to my heart
My picture is still in my bosom My picture is still in my bosom
My picture is still in my bosom My picture is still in my bosom
Flowers are gathered for graves Maybe we scared the field birds
Maybe we scared the bird but love didn't scare it
My picture is still in my bosom My picture is still in
my bosom
My picture is still in my bosom
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