Notes
Your memories are veiled, It's like an eclipse.
A night full of stars, In the port of El Kantaoui.
A life that stops, For a day that begins.
And the smell of jasmine, He was holding in his hands.
Your memories are veiled, It's like an eclipse.
A night full of stars, In the port of El Kantaoui.
A life that stops, For a day that begins.
And the smell of jasmine, He was holding in his hands.
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