The winds had our scents
the rains couldn't tell lies,
In that moment, we dreamt,
With our open eyes...
We had finally met,
a bouquet of roses,
with our heart melt,
we forget our losses...
The dream was followed,
for the sun to wake up in our light,
so the window borrowed,
our untainted sight...
Now the ball of fire can rest,
in our glory it breathes,
so we will save our love for the rest,
Cause out of jealousy, the moon at night,
it bleeds...
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