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Somehow, man always faces three kind of person :

The One who always become his destiny.

The One who loved him.

The One he loves.

And somehow, man always choose just one of those.

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I'd like to let the sun above us
Or the cloud's moving following the wind
Or the beetle on the sunflower
Be the witness when I declare once again,

I love you

Cause only your eyes who can make the world I see as a warm place