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Gentle morning light, subtel omen of caresses. Fleeting yearning of fire, burning without flame.
Presence absent wound, remembering his departure. Sweet light that in my soul you spill.
I want to sleep in your hug, and die in your sunset. Sweet light stop a second you steps.To see my beloved again.
(Rafael Pablo)
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