Like a rustle in the air ...
Light as a diamond sky ...
Her love can meet me everywhere ...
I never need to wonder ... why.
Sweet Michele ...
An arrow I lost in the sky.
Her eyes are like a fountain ...
Drink and thirst no more ...
Her father is a mountain ...
Her mother a sea, for shore.
Sweet Michele ...
You're like an open door.
One hand to the stormy sea ...
The other catching mountain breezes ...
How will she find her way ... my baby ...
All the way through broken pieces,
Long time gone, it's plain to see me ...
Looking for a sign, way up high ...
Sweet Michele: An arrow I lost in the sky ...
Sweet Michele: An arrow I lost in the sky ...
Sweet Michele ... why does this dreamer aim so high?
Sweet Michele ...
Sweet Michele ...
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