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In the fist of my hand I keep you,
echoes of a love that is gone,
I tore you from my breast, crying,
with all the feelings I left behind.
I walked along paths of loneliness,
while you were still beating in my memory,
like a whisper in the dark,
your name resounds, it makes me tremble.
In the distance I heard your heartbeat,
a heartbeat that defies reason,
pulses of a time that have fallen,
like dry leaves in the season.
But the wind blew and carried me away
to shadowless places of a yesterday,
where desire at last faded,
and memory begins to give way.