The myth of love lives, it is nourished by fantasy
When you fall in love, everything is beautiful
Although how the thought obsesses you
In attraction, the need for unity
Echoes of mantra in the sound of his name
One day, as kids we were walking by the sea
He told me, they already know about us
Come home, I'll tell you I present to them
You touch my soul and freedom
But just the idea makes me feel prisoner
In traditional values u200bu200bsigns of a change
Primary movements in an emotion ²n

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