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In the light mist of passions that come from within
You come to play in my backyard
On your horse, bare chest, hair in the wind
And the sun drying our clothes on the clothesline

The voice of the angel whispered in my ear
I do not doubt, I already hear your signs
That you would come on a Sunday morning
I announce you in the bells of the cathedrals

You come, you come
I already hear your signs
You come, you come
I already hear your signs

In the light mist of passions that come from within
You come to play in my backyard
On your horse, bare chest, hair in the wind
And the sun drying our clothes on the clothesline

The voice of the angel whispered in my ear
I do not doubt, I already hear your signs
That you would come on a Sunday morning
I announce you in the bells of the cathedrals

You come, you come
I already hear your signs
You come, you come
I already hear your signs

You come, you come
I already hear your signs

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