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The ocean is blue, darkness, darkness;
And the eyes are sad Because you are so faraway My heart it's the silence of an angel But I'm lonly and nothing else. I need to be my candle of my heart I need to be closed of my self tonight I need to stop my tears, of my eyes I need and I want you Because you are my life. The ocean is blue, darkness, darkness, The night it's wonderful ant the sea, too The love it's the passion of an angel But I'm only and nothing else as you see. I need to be my candle of my heart I need to be closed of my self tonight I need to stop my tears of my eyes I need and I want you Back in my life.
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