Dreams in heaven, They think again, Stanzas of words, They tell endless anecdotes. Let me see you one more time, Because in my dreams, I miss you more than usual, My lips are not silent, Your name on my sheets, Only gold is the least they can leave behind. I tell that each letter is for you, And for you each letter is a story. You tell stories without more, But you only count the least, How not to miss you, if I can give you the most, We would multiply the wishes, And the result would be our end. If today's poet has many words, Their lyrics reveal that tomorrow will be without them, That each stanza of history, It has been written in prose, Whispering in his mind of the poet, It reminds you of yesteryear in the mind of your voice, Then i remember your voice, But I'm not full of memories anymore, That is why today I leave you the words that come from my heart. Let me see you one more time, Because in my dreams, I miss you more than usual, My lips are not silent, Your name on my ...
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