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Welcome, welcome, welcome |
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On the fairground of the illusions |
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Welcome to the roller-coaster through her life |
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Welcome to our market |
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The market of the timeless feelings |
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They rent our sunrise at the kindest price |
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What now |
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In what can one still believe |
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How now |
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One still can dream at leisure |
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Who still holds his hands over us? |
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Close your eyes and try it once again |
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Migrate with the birds above |
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To hear once more the surf of the sea |
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Seeing the lightning in the evening sky |
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Close your eyes and then you will be free |
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Welcome, welcome, welcome |
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At our game show of the emotions |
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Welcome to the million chance of her life |
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They use the opportunity |
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They are reaching for the stars |
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The brightness of the moment is her price |
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What now |
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In what can one still believe |
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How now |
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One still can dream at leisure |
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Who still holds his hands over us? |
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Close your eyes and try it once again |
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Migrate with the birds above |
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To hear once more the surf of the sea |
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Seeing the lightning in the evening sky |
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Close your eyes and then you will be free |
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What now |
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In what can one still believe |
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How now |
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One still can dream at leisure |
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Who still holds his hands over us? |
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Close your eyes and try it once again |
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Migrate with the birds above |
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To hear once more the surf of the sea |
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Seeing the lightning in the evening sky |
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Close your eyes and then you will be free |