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They will tell you, the fennels of the dawn
They will tell you, the pupils of the springs
The blue sky, the morning that milks dreams
The Cundiamor and the wind-up clock of time
They will tell you, the moon and the stars
They will tell you, the skies of the road
They will tell you that there is no one on earth
A heart that loves you as much as I do
It will tell you, the butterfly's sigh
He will tell you, a lyrical concert of roses
The old sea, the collagen of memories
And the alley of the warm aroma of kisses
They will tell you, hey, the sun and the palm trees
They will tell you, the kings and the lilies
They will tell you that there is no such thing in this century.
A heart that loves you the same
I will crown you with songs of sand
And I will write a poem of contemplation
I'm going to solve your ear thesis
I will proclaim a theorem of this great love, listen
They will tell you, the moon and the stars
They will tell you, the skies of the road
They will tell you that there is no one on Earth
A heart that loves you the same
A heart that loves you the same
A heart that loves you the same as me
Good morning!
But I say you won't find love like mine
(On earth)
Not even in a concert of kisses on the sand
(In the stars)
No, no, no, you're not going to find a sweetheart.
(On earth)
Neither in a comet nor in infinite space
(Not even in the stars), listen
They will tell you, hey, the moon and the stars
They will tell you, the skies of the road
They will tell you that there is no one on Earth
A heart that loves you the same
A heart that loves you the same
A heart that loves you the same as me.
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