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Your words

Where the sun goes to die,
Where the wind rests,
There are all the words
Of those who have been in love
And have not forgotten
All that there has been.
And I shall wait for the sunset,
Some time the wind must pass.
I shall let myself be carried
To where the words are born.
I shall look for your words,
I want to bring them back to you.
It is not right that a woman
For fear of making a mistake
Cannot fall in love
And has to content herself
With a story which is always the same,
With a life spent dreaming
 
Where the sun goes to die,
Where the wind rests,
I have met many people
Who, in a sea of words
And amid utter confusion,
Still hope for a love.
It is not right that a woman
For fear of making a mistake
Cannot fall in love
And has to content herself
With a story which is always the same,
With a life spent forgetting
 
And has to content herself
With a story which is always the same,
With a life spent forgetting.
 
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