Whenever in my heart come you
Start talking I to myself
With a strange surprising
Always finding something new
Whenever in my eyes descend you
Start smiling I to myself
With a drop of warm sticky dew
Floating in the deep blue
Whenever in my lips talk you
Start hearing I in myself
A trembling sweet musical hue
That I cannot find any rescue
Whenever in my dream sleep you
Start humming I to myself
With a grave sentimental crew
Searching for the song that once blew
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