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When I no longer believed in loving again,
I saw you, with tenderness hidden in your being,
a color so beautiful in your soul, perhaps,
that in the darkest night I was reborn.
I thought my cycle was over,
when all was lost in the end,
you came along, my last silent love,
that of which I'll never make a banal tale.
Because I am selfish, happy and secret,
I will keep this feeling until the end of my being;
you live in a world apart, so discreet,
without imagining what I get to have.