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And if it is no accident,
And it's a trick of fate that put us here on purpose,
And he crossed our paths;
Well, at that moment he didn't want to see us distant,
And if we are bad friends, but good lovers,
Destined not to meet.
Well, silence also sounds in love
Silences of cold nights
Where the moon is a faithful witness of every development,
Describing you my love in each line of these verses
That your curve, your emeralds, your violet made poems ...
