Where you're going
I'm going
Follow you
I'm yours
You say you forgive my silences
You say you've gotten used to absence
How can I ignore what my words
betray
Wanting to win you
Would I call you a bewitcher
That you would flee, chilly soul
To lose for love the little happiness
That I knew how to give you
Where you are going
I am going
Follow you
I am yours
A letter from me for companion
A corner of Paris for Spain
You salute the day that stole from you
The one you had to love
Others would have drunk the bitterness
Confused the wave and the foam
But you dress yourself in your sorrow
Like a sail a ship on the sea
Where you are going
I I'll
Follow you
I'm yours

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