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What is the place, when is the time?
Whence I’ll be true, When you’ll be mine

What would that fortunate moment be
when yearning stays for you my love
What would that ornate pathway be,
on which I tread my way to love

What is the place, when is the time?
Whence I’ll be true, When you’ll be mine

What would that good intuition be
that sparks the flame of my love
What circumstance what fortuity
that my lips touch your name my love

What is the place, when is the time?
Whence I’ll be true, When you’ll be mine

What would those beloved footsteps be
following which lead to my love
What would the sacred doorstep be,
where you’ll be waiting for your love

I have no place, I have no time
How can I wait for my divine
On such a path, Oh friend, put me
where besides me’s always my love

That is the place, then is the time?
Whence I’ll be true, When you’ll be mine

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