En Aranjuez con tu amor
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Aranjuez, a place of dreams and love
Where a rumour of crystal fountains
In the garden seems to whisper to the roses
Aranjuez,today the dry leaves without colour
Which are swept by the wind
Are just reminders of the romance we once started
And that we've forsaken without reason
Maybe this love is hidden in one sunset
In the breeze or in a flower
Waiting for your return