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I see the clouds wind up to storm
and run to check my windows and doors.
All are closed tightly. Still, I fear.
This is my life without you near.
this is my life with you:
on the lightning’s dazzling cue,
the thunder starts a drum line,
and your heart duets with mine.
I breathe in peace.
I kiss your cheek.
Que sera sera.
Questa è la bella vita.
Tu es mon amour.