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Mine, you won't forget
These are nights to breath deep.
Nights to achieve.
Nights to win.
No prize, only myself.
Without any space or time.
I am just a rainbow.
And you can look for my roots.
Lost ones.
Every word has been said.
Every step has been walked.
Running into life.
Now, only the shadow of me.
Hold me.
Like there is no good-bye.
Tickle my soul.
Like I'll be in you forever.
And when tomorrow comes.
Only the shadow of me.
You will see.
And my eyes will shine.
Nothing else but life.
Now, these sheets, our shelter.
You will be back to your water.
Hermosa, I will sing.
The game of us.
Lasting 'till the next moon.
Your eyes, I keep.
Mine, you won't forget.
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