How then, can I tell you of my love?
Strong as the eagle, soft as the dove.
Patient as the pine tree that stands in
the sun and whispers to the wind...
♫♪♪..Μέσα στη μουσική υπάρχει χώρος να κοιμηθεί ο άνεμος μαζί του να ταξιδέψουμε κι εμείς ♪♫♪
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