In the summer, sweet summer
Season bloom from what I do
And one second, from another
I leave my heart with my mother
Among leaves of winters icy drops
I am what I want, I want to be who I'm not
From freedom, silky freedom
Swept the sands
Of the lands
Between the sunshine
And the mountains
Is where I am
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