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If my heart is longing
To whom I complain
Because the heart asks always
Come to my tears

I will look for where
Now I am traveling to the end of the world
I'll find

My heart longs for you
To whom I complain
My heart misses you
To whom I complain

longing why my heart longing is not restrained
You leave me a man

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