Of course, we are storms
Twenty years of love is crazy love
A thousand times you took your baggage
A thousand times I took my flight
And each piece of furniture remembers
In this room without a cradle
The shards of the old storms
Nothing resembled anything anymore
You had lost the taste for water
And I lost the taste for conquest
But, my love
My sweet, my tender, my wonderful love
From clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know, I love you
I know all your spells
You know all my spells
You kept me from trap to trap
I lost you from time to time
Of course you took a few lovers
We had to pass the time
The body has to exult
Finally, finally
We needed a lot of talent
br/>To be old without being adults
Oh my love
My sweet, my tender, my wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know, I love you
And the more time makes us procession
And the more time makes us torment
But no Isn't that the worst trap
That living in peace for lovers
Of course you cry a little less early
I have to More on this a little later
We protect our mysteries less
We leave less to chance
We are wary of the thread of the 'water
But it's always the tender war
Oh my love
My sweet, my tender, my wonderful love
From the clear dawn until the end of the day
I still love you, you know, I love you

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