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All I can say is this, my love:
Until death sets us apart, I will grow high in your heart, Beyond the reaches of those ancient sequoias trying to kiss the sky at night. Remain quiet, my soul, and watch me dance with tears dripping light, I am yours, like lilies are to ponds hidden in forgotten meadows, Always splendidly blooming the silence boiling down in your deepest fears. Never fear again, my love, since my breath follows your breath In and out, Nimbus of life, those kisses we exchange like witnesses for what will follow; Arms around you, my embrace, your smile, covered by layers of white laces And sorrows. Silence is what this day gives us plentifully, those crowds of stars, Long-awaited moment, crowns on our heads leaning toward each other in vows Alas!, and nothing will steal this from us, this serenity of love, Darling!, your tears grew up in me like a mustard seed, Eternity is our comforting meeting place, where my kisses will lay down on your forehead, butterflies of time.
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