For me everything is a perfect gift,
A gift of nature, of love,
Of love is the bed were my heart is sleeping,
Is sleeping far way of the shadow of sadness.
The sun is always shining,
For me and for you,
Everything is clearer,
Every minute has more sense.
Finally I understand the meaning of forgiveness,
That love is the gift of each of us,
That the sun will be always shining for me.
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