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遥远的大海 '

​He sings to me as he dances with me,
          words unlike any other words.
          ​He takes me beneath my arm,
          and plants me upon a cloud.
          ​The black rain in my eyes
          falls in gentle showers.
          ​He carries me away, carries me
          to an evening with rosy balconies.
          ​And I am like a child in his hand,
          like a feather borne by the breeze.
          ​He brings me seven moons in his hands,
          and a bundle of songs.
          ​He gifts me a sun, he gifts me
          a summer, and a flock of swallows.
          ​He tells me that I am his masterpiece,
          and worth a thousand stars,
          ​and that I am a treasure... and that I am...

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