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If at some point this thing we feel,
and we call love, faces its end,
I will let the silence speak, let the rhythms be heard
of a heart that knows what it is to live.
They will be able to say that the hours are fading,
that the shadows take away our light,
but in the echo of what unites us,
there will be a whisper, a sweet virtue.
You will be able to leave with the soft wind,
like a sigh that is lost in the sea,
and I will keep, in every instant,
the bright essence of what it was to love.