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It's nothing
You know it well, time passes it's nothing
You know it well
They go away like boats and suddenly
It comes back
For a boat that goes away and comes back
There are a thousand walnut shells on your way
That sinks and that's very good
And it's like a turtledove
br/>Which flies away
By taking away the down which was your bed one fine morning
And it is only a new flower
And which leaves heading towards the hail
Like a small frail boat on the ocean
It's nothing
You know it well, time passes it's nothing
You know it well< br/>They go away like boats and suddenly
It warns
Like a boat that returns and suddenly
There are a thousand sirens of joy on your path
Who resonate and it's very good
And it's like a dove
Which flies away
Taking away the down that was your bed one fine morning
And it's just a new flower
And which leaves towards the hail
Like a small frail boat on the ocean
It warns like a boat returning
And suddenly
There are a thousand sirens of joy on your path
Who resonate and it's very good
And it's only a turtledove
Which will come back quickly 'wing
By bringing back the down that was his bed one fine morning
And it is only a new flower
And which goes towards the hail
Like a small frail boat on the ocean