Lighthouse.

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It's almost evening and you don't expect it,
Yet, on my beautiful Horse, here I am,
Who goes down all of France from the Pointe,
I'm abandoning the Lighthouse to watch for you,
In the meanderings of my inconsistencies,
I'm here, here I am!

I go down, I get lost and I see myself,
In your oceans eyes,
My Oceans sorrows,
Can't find any more anchors,
Because the buoys have sunk,
My bulwark was wrecked.

It's almost morning and you're here.
On the way to another life not far from my home.
It is from one thing that I know little about,
It's our lives that have passed,
Faster than light,
Let's finally talk,
As if nothing and no one,
Didn't know any more.

There are two of us, right on time on our way.
On a road, a moment that others call Destiny,
Then blow like the wind in my ears and tell me.
If our sweet Adventure carries your joy,
Tell me.

May I hear you savoring the present moment,
The quest was long and the sails tired...

I go down, I get lost and I see myself,
In your oceans eyes,
My Oceans sorrows,
Can't find any more anchors,
Because the buoys have sunk,
My bulwark was wrecked.

Come on, let's sit down.
In Our Heaven,
Big clouds.
Come on, this is our present,
The storm is only a moment.
We're going to love each other,
For love is ephemeral.
We're going to break,
These chains around our souls,
Who sometimes get exasperated.

It was almost evening and you didn't expect it,
I came down to hug you.
It was almost the evening and you were there.
In my eyes, tears of joy.

I go down, I get lost and I see myself,
In your oceans eyes,
My Oceans sorrows,
Can't find any more anchors,
Because the buoys have sunk,
My bulwark was wrecked.

Love is mutual to us.
So come on, we're going to steal some blush!

From lighthouses to Orcs,
From flowers to the Cliffs,
From milk to cows.
From love to the meadows.
And kids in Destiny.

I go down, I get lost and I see myself,
In your oceans eyes,
My Oceans sorrows,
Can't find any more anchors,
Because the buoys have sunk,
My bulwark was wrecked.

Come on, it's never too late.
We're never too far away.
To fulfill the dream of an Evening,
Or the dream of a Morning.
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