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It's better that you leave,
before the sun goes out,
where the love I offer you
in your eyes is not enlarged.
A hug, a whisper,
a promise in the wind,
in this sea of absences,
is a challenge, is a torment.
This immense love that I feel,
that gushes like the river,
drowns you in its soft waters,
but you seek the cold.
It's time to go,
where the shadow is felt,
you'd better go, my love
before I make you strong.