I don't know how many days I thought of you Not even know, how many nights I was with stars; awake How many seasons passed by And how many lands I crossed. I was walking with time yet no knowledge of how many a life I lived. Was that the river flowing or was it I who crossed it. I don't know; when, where I w'd find you Yet I have this obsession, to get you And to make you except me.
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