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Have you ever seen a fish laugh
out of the water, like me?
Have you ever seen a flower dance,
on days when the sun doesn't shine?
Suddenly, I stop at the edge of the road;
I look for you, and I don't understand your elusive gaze.
I cut my fingers every time I forget you;
you know: I corner myself, and through your eyes I look.

That mountain, it's always there.
There's a house, and I live there,
and without the mountain I imagined,
and now where is my house?
Suddenly, I stop at the edge of the road;
I look for you, and I don't understand your elusive gaze.
I cut my fingers every time I forget you.
you know: I corner myself, and through your eyes I look.