Many times I repeat,
Your name traveling to emptiness,
So many times that I die and I differ to be alive,
How many years have passed and I'm still with me,
How many names are on the list and stopped being friends.
Under the hope a smile is hidden,
with the name of a miracle that goes by the breeze,
bringing pleasant and ungrateful memories,
a silent noise,
mortals,
and a reluctance.
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