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I still touch you like a flower, you are the dew of the last thought,
Your smile is a breeze to me, through the rain of weeping leaves.
I take the courage of a whisper to caress your wounded rustle,
To hold in your hand the light that I have to throw into infinity....
The alleys are written on my forehead with the stolen inserts
I walk with God in mind, why are you God so far away?
I would
I still touch you like a flower, you are the dew of the last thought,
Your smile is a breeze to me,