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Does the sun shine on your back in Autumn? Do the birds call out your name in Spring? And do you let the chill return? And are the ladies dancing in the meadow? No man is an island on their own Are we living in a hard-earned dream? Dream I wish you'd open your mouth And let the devil swim out Nothing left to cry about Water flowing over your horizon You are growing warmer every day Picking up the fruits of every human And then I throw bad things away I wish you'd open your mouth And let the devil swim out Nothing more to cry about From Letras Mania