Christophe
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I had drawn on the sand
Her sweet face which smiled at me,
Then it rained on this beach.
In this storm she disappeared.
And I screamed, screamed... Aline !. She has to come back.
And I cried and cried... Oh, I was in too much pain.
I sat with her soul
But the beautiful lady had fled.
I looked for her without believing in it anymore
And without a hope to guide me.
And I screamed, screamed ©... Aline ! for her to come back.
And I cried, cried... Oh I was too sad.
I only kept this sweet face
Like a wreck on the wet sand.
And I screamed, screamed... Aline !. She has to come back.
And I cried, cried... Oh, I was in too much pain.
And I screamed, screamed... Aline !. She has to come back.
And I cried, cried... Oh, I was in too much pain.
And I screamed, screamed... Aline !. She has to come back.
And I cried and cried... Oh, I was in too much pain.

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