When she comes the time goes fast
When she goes the time goes late
What had she made? She took the mind
And the heart is not here, but is with her right
I believe that she the queen of beauty, I look
The night is long and the hours are weighed
I can't do anything waiting the time to have gone
When the dawn comes I get up at once
And walk to the street to see her when she passed
Every year before her can't belongs to mine
Every moment wither count as happy moment
I believe the she makes me happy as she comes in
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