Oh my garden of cool water and shade
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My dance of being, my somber heart
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My sky with stars beyond count
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My boat far off, gentle to row
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Happy the one who grows deaf
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To song unless it's from his love
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Blind to the day after his day
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His eyes closed on you alone
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Happy the one who dies of love
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Happy the one who dies of love
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Loving so hard, his lips shut
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That he needs nothing at all
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Except the memory of roses
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The one who dies even to pain
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For whom without you the world's a sham
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And keeps from it only your colors
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It's enough for him that he named you
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Happy the one who dies of love
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Happy the one who dies of love
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My child he says, my dear soul
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The time to know you, oh woman
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In the fire I'm consumed by
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He said oh woman and falls silent
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The name that looks like ember
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Like the red strawberry mouth
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Forever shaped between his teeth
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Happy the one who dies of love
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Happy the one who dies of love
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He said oh woman and it ends
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So life, so dream
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Whether on the Grève square
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Or in the familiar bed
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Young lovers, you for whom it's time
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Between the dance and the journey
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Mad the one sparing himself who thinks he's wise
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Shout at whoever wants to blame you
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Happy the one who dies of love
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Happy the one who dies of love