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  • Walking in the street I feel like a runnin' child, happy, thinkless,who plays between trees and grass
    Walking in the street I think to gift who are the things of the earth, people, animals, plants, loves,
    I feel the faith to you, I give my hand inside your heart, because off you could feel my tenderness
    I feel the faith to you, I belive in your promise and see the true in the face of my friends, of my love,
    Give me the force, give me the force because off the true don't vanished and could fight forever
    Give me the force to help my love in her full, in her sighing, almost who could build in me a most
    courage over every sighing, every full, every vanished hope, so my eyes' light could shine forever
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