I am a lover of your blue eyes,
Yea, the blue eyes
Just like the sea,
Telling me something
And sitting on the seashore,
I hearing the music of humanity,
The waves surging and falling over
And retreating.
What happened to your love?
Love is love, what had to happen happened it,
Don’t worry, be happy,
Let us go home,
It is getting dark.
Let it go, be friends.
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