This night feels lonely, like your presence in my life, always accompanying you but only as a source of support for you

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The language of my longing is simple, sitting looking at the brewing coffee, with a thousand images, your arrival brings a smile

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Are we, lovers? The story told is very simple. But covered in wounds and tears.

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In every drop of rain that was so heavy, I walked among them, alone without conversation or chat, reminding you of past memories, feeling like you want to repeat them again

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