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One day I heard her

I think I head her sweet laughter

But she wasn't there for me to call

Was it the silence playing tricks on me? - No, not at all.

One day I saw her

She was there, she was there, But she was not

Why am I seeing her all around the hall?

What's with my bare eyes - It's not me at all!

One day I asked myself

Where is she, where can I find her?

Then I realized how hard is it for me to fall

Why am I looking at her? - No reason at all.

One day I finally knew

That she has become a part of me

That living with her seems to be a necessity

Maybe it's all nothing but LOVE - Yes, that is all.