I was grasping inside the pocket
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the word which it cannot be told
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Turning my back to you, it climbed to my palm
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holding it over my head under the sunlight
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It is made out of an error
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"Do me the favor to be my lover", it shines
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You are my precious Maria
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always clicking your tongue
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Every day you close your eyes
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and love waits for the night
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If I turn around, thinking I've heard
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a whisper shielded by the wind "I like you"
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You will be smiling at my back
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"surely you misheard it", further than today
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Our shoulders were side by side
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"Do me the favor to be my lover", it looked like
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You are my ever-friendly Maria
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always clicking your tongue
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You teach me in silence
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it is painfully close for even a kiss
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You are my precious Maria
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always clicking your tongue
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Every day you close your eyes
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and love waits for the night
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