Mi Amore
Oh My love, my love
TIs morning of a new day
With sunbeams bursting through the horizon
And wild seagulls wishing to play
Oh Mi Amore, Mi Amore
The clouds grow dim when you're away
The cold droplets of rain, a nostalgic remenance of you
Oh My love, my love
When the day ends, your hands hold mine
Like time, when we first began
Oh Mi Amore, Mi Amore
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