Sometimes I feel you, I'm sure it's you
does your perfume reach up here with the wind?
those times I regret my jealousy
but? just a moment and the wind will soon take you away (I can't resist)
some evenings in May I forget you a little
but then I find the courage and search among the memories I have
and? so what? worse than the pain? more?
And I think of you,
I think of you
And I think of you
I think of you
Should I stay longer? careful, never fool me
why? regret often returns when it seems to have been overcome
But I still feel you, I'm sure it's you
and I think of you,
I think of you
and I think of you
I think of you

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