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The floating of clouds, enchanting and slow,
Is the sweetest thing that life could make me.
Is the sweetest thing that life could make me.
And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember...
I'm trying to see something in them
And asking myself:
Is it just a stock phrase
Or does the last to finish win the race?
And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing
And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst.
I've some good stories to tell,
And I show my silver hair like a peacock's tail.
And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing
And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst
I suddenly remember...
I'm trying to see something in them
And asking myself:
Is it just a stock phrase
Or does the last to finish win the race?
And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing
And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst.
I've some good stories to tell,
And I show my silver hair like a peacock's tail.
And with warm hands in my pockets,
I suddenly remember all the times I've seen you laughing
And there was not enough rain to quench my thirst
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