In the park I walk, in the morning more
Who knows what happens to me that makes me fly.
Because I made love with you I don't ask anymore
What do you think of me because I feel my skin something
I miss you and I fall in love with you, even though there are no words
And I wanted to tell you that I will write you a thought,
Every poem that comes from the soul; of my soul.
And I wanted to tell you that I would dedicate every silence
Of melancholy if you are not here the days go away.
I look at myself alone floating in a sky and a
Star tomorrow I will say that I adore you...

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