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If he loves me, I don't know,
her gaze is an echo that comes and goes,
like whispers of breeze in April,
a silence that dances in a sunset.
In the sunset, the light fades,
its flickers play with the truth,
like furtive stars that twinkle and twinkle,
Is it love that she hides in her gait?
It is an enigma woven in her laughter,
a labyrinth of dreams that invites to dream,
the words drown in the heavy air,
while my heart awaits, in its peace, a home.
Her voice, a river that flows deep inside,
a clod of caresses from an ancestral world,
and I, navigator of bottomless seas,
I lose myself in her essence, in her light singing.
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