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Many of my friends came from the clouds
With sun and rain as simple luggage
They made the season of sincere friendships
The most beautiful season of the four of the Earth
They have this sweetness of the most beautiful landscapes
And the fidelity of birds of passage
In their hearts is engraved an infinite tenderness
But sometimes in their eyes slips sadness
So they come to heat at my house
And you too will come
You will be able to go back to the end of the cloud
And smile again at many other faces
Giving around you a little of your tenderness
When someone else wants to hide his sadness
As we do not know what life gives us
It may be that in my turn I am no longer anyone
If I have a friend who really understands me
I will forget both my tears and my sorrows
So, maybe I'll come to your house
Warm my heart to your wood.
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