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The first version of your eyes looking at you
I lost it for fear of continuing to look at you
The first version of your hand and my hand
I gave it to a sculptor to make you a gift
And he kept it
And so I dreamed my first time
Behind you he went
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
Your signature of looking nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in the middle your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same< br/>The first aversion to your voice whispering
My heart warmed somewhat disconsolately
The first version of other lips kissing
I wrote it out of love for see you by my side
And so I dreamed my first time
Behind you he left
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
br/>Your signature of looking nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in the middle your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same
He left us innocence
The first version of unconsciousness
The surprise was lost
The version of a love without essence
The sadness began
The first version of absence
Laziness woke up
The version of a love that moves away
Your hand and my hand your eyes my lips
Your signature looking at nothing will be the same
Your hair my fear and in the middle your kisses
Your way of listening nothing will be the same