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I was alone in my room
Dreaming of the one who would come
To take me out of childhood one day
And with whom I would go
Far

If I had to describe him
Of course, I would have been wrong
But never already without a smile
Before meeting him

Before the concert begins
When all the musicians tune
A bit like the advancing sea
A bit like the heartache

When I saw him, it was a bit like that
He was no different from another
But I knew he was the one
And not another