The sun shone and the world is bright
Mysteries of the night are no longer mysteries
True that the night hide
Hide the self-secrets and imperfection
True that the night hide
Hide lovers anxious and madness
I certify without fear that I am lover
I do not ask cover of night
And I say it loud
The deaf can hear it and the dumb can talk about it
Story of the love madness
Love has robbed me the freedom
I become slave after I was master
True that the night hide
Its darkness hide the brightness of the faces
And I shall not conceal to be cover
I wrote his name on my chest
And on my lips and on my tongue his address
True that the night hide
I loved him in day light
I should not scare or shy
To declaration that
I love you
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