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There's a word, for longing,For someone, or something,That can't be found, in our language.It's a type of anguish, our words don't know.'Cause love goes,Like a gypsy shawl.Like an arrow,Love is fast, and life is slow.Like a jet plane,Like a single day.It comes, And goes away.I loved him, I love him still,Perhaps I never did, perhaps I always will.But I walked away, and he turned his back,Now all I'm counting is all I lack.'Cause love goes,Like a gypsy shawl.Like an arrow,Love is fast, and life is slow.Like a jet plane,Like a single day.It comes, SongtexteAnd goes away.There's a word, I've been searching for,That in my language goes unsaid.It's him, that I've been longing for,Now a memory in my head.Because love goes,Like a gypsy shawl.Like an arrow,Love is fast, and life is slow.Like a jet plane,Like a single day.It comes, And goes away. Aus Songtexte Mania