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Little by little, pain becomes longing,
like a murmuring river, it seeks its sincere channel.
The echo of tears turns into a sigh,
and in each farewell, a new twist blossoms.
The embrace becomes a refuge,
a soft land where the soul is knotted.
Two hearts that, in the half-light,
meet, like shadows, on the same road.
Joy becomes a party,
dances of laughter that the wind resounds.
In the soft wind, the soul is invoked,
every note and chord, in life is sown.
Little by little, it transforms,
the pain into memories, that we are singing today.
A subtle journey into the light that never ceases,
where the soul breathes in sweet beauty.