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You are the sculptor of smiles,
of early wrinkles on my face.
The curve that in my soul twitches
makes your gaze in peace.
Owner of my ideals, author of my time,
sun of my universe, north and path.
Your voice conquered my heart,
your smile embraced my reason.
Your gaze forged my path,
your presence, my divine destiny.
In your hands I found calm,
in your course, my soul.