Come to me with open arms,
Because I'm close to you.
Come smiling and happy,
Because it's here who always wanted you.

Come happiness, come!
I'm just sad and without anyone.
Loneliness is a house in darkness, without light.
The light of the eyes of a union.

Come happiness, come!
Be with you somebody who wants me well.
Come, I am with open arms,
Waiting for you, too.

                                      Francisco Gouveia (Brazil)

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