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The Man I Love
Waking up this morning, I called you
The leaves saw you walking up the hill
Did you sit on the little bench
Asking for the legend of your life?
I'm afraid never to see you again...
I couldn't find you in the forest
But it was just my own idea
Go ahead on your way, angel!
Your words will be the sounds of trees
Yours hands the light breeze on my hair,
My love, my only love.