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The breeze of romance started blowing in my mind Present me with the peace of my sweetheart You will say 'Return my precious forget the separation and the strangeness.' My imagination will say 'I wonder aimlessly and my ambition will be happy.' And she appeared from the high towers, and said strange words.. Return my love I don't have destiny in this world You are my love then But it is impossible that you will be mine.. – Natacha Atlas / Gafsa