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When there was love I saw the white clouds Clear like the sweet spring Leaping in joyful haste
Say Hoolarliboe And with words We could make Somethings beautiful
Now I dont know why Why I am so fond of you How my nights go by And all I do, I think of you
Rain in Ovim! Cool Winds Mild air Dark Clouds Here and there, Swooshing trees I think I should my head lay for a while! Ovim is my hometown, just arrived from the busy congested city.
