Like a half-dark moon of Santiago
light upon my way.
As a steamy-sun at Ipanema
bright up Rio's bay.
Like the coolest desert wind that blows,
Lights my fire up.
My dying-heart will never let
my love for you to stop.

As a too-steep green hill back in Ireland,
hides the perfect view.
Like the stormy rain in London,
made me write this song for you.

In every bad you'll find the good,
No slightly little doubt.
Hoping for the best and expecting the worst,
That's what it's all about.
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