You are strange, you let nothing show
And no one can know you
You are strange, your eyes never 'inflamed
But I guessed your soul
You are romantica, romantic and bohemian
You defend yourself from it sometimes
br/>But I know, I know everything about that
You are romantic, that's why I love you
Your eyes are unhappy
When our sky appears ®t less blue
The laughter of a child, a flower in spring
The song of a wood fire
Deep down you only love that
And when you come to me
You know how to stay yourself
Lest we laugh quietly
You don't like to show your joys
Because you want them keep for yourself
You are romantica, that's why I love you
You made my life a universe of poetry
And that That's your secret, but I recognize it
All my dreams are made in your image, it's true
And when I see you romantic and bohemian
I think that all my happiness down here, I owe it to you
You are romantica, you are romantica, you are romantica
For me

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