With its life map,
Its musical key.
All is soft:
Our hearts and vision,
Our hands and voices;
Lips that long without possession,
Only a beat, a joint rhythm:
"How luc-ky am I"
"How luc-ky am I".
There is no mountain,
No test of endurance:
Our belief, relief and humour are the same.
We are beginners,
Walking arm in arm,
In a gentle dream of love.
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