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Mi amor |
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As you pause beside the lilacs |
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I watch you take them in |
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You start the morning like a prayer |
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That;s the way your days begin |
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And if I could be a petal |
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Which you touch before you go |
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Then with this branch I'll scratch the dirt |
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And that's the seed I'll sow |
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Mi amor |
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As you dive beneath the water |
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I watch it cascade down your chest |
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You rise upon the wave |
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As if it's molded to your breast |
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If I could be a stream that feeds this lake |
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Which might rise to kiss your face |
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Then I will wind my way between these rocks |
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So I might settle in this place |
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Mi amor |
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As you glide beside the clouds |
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I feel the wind beneath your wings |
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With such ease you take this gift |
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That your friend, la luna brings |
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And I hope that in my lungs |
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There might be the strength one day |
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That you might gather other sparrows |
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And chase the crows away |
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Mi amor |
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The sound that rises from your belly |
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Is one I've heard before |
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It reaches deep behind these walls |
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And I want to live some more |
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And if I might write a verse |
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That you choose to sing one afternoon |
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Then I'll gladly wile away the hours |
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Searching for the tune |