This is the marriage of silence and love
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here is the temple where I come to learn
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here are the eternal little things that I always loved
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here are all my tears just waiting for my return.
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This is the marriage of silence and love
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this is the land of the gentle soul
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here sometimes I met the man who can see what I see
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live what I dream and be the way he seems.
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And I have no doubt, here I fall and rise
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here I can be poor and feel so rich inside
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here I come back to me, here I come back to see
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what he's doing now, what he's doing now.
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Oh, I believe in the marriage of silence and love
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and I still need some patience to grasp it all
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I hope I won't forget these feelings fading off in time
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trapped behind my face, burning in my mind.
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No, I have no doubt, here I become wise
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here I can be poor and feel rich inside
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here I come back to me, here I come back to see
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what he's doing now, what he's doing now.
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At first, I've lost my direction and I was just glad to be alive
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but then, I had to meet myself and my depression and I,
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I should have swallowed all my pride
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and I know it now, yes I know it now
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and I want to know him now, 'cause I want to love him now.
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Still I have no doubt, here I live for now
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here I can be poor and feel so rich inside
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here I come back to me, here I come back to see
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what he's doing now, what he's doing now.
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here I come back to me, here I come back to see
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what he's doing now, what he's doing now.
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and I want to know him now.
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The Marriage
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| Elisa |
