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If you knew how much I think of you, I
Would you file a complaint for mental harassment?
But it's not my fault, rather it's
Your fault, for being so beautiful
In my thoughts I see you below
From a tree, I arrive and approach and
Very slowly I kiss you, and we make a
Heart on the tree with our names
If you knew how much I think of you, I
Would you file a complaint for mental harassment?
But it's not my fault, rather it's
Your fault, for being so beautiful
In my thoughts I come to your house
With a bouquet of roses, and you open my door
Door and smiling you tell me thank you, and we dance
A song of the youth and it begins
Our idyll of love
If you knew how much I think of you, I
Would you file a complaint for mental harassment?
But it's not my fault, rather it's
Your fault, for being so beautiful
