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I still feel her scent, the wind that caress her hats,
The winter renders me sad, task to her pale skin
In the nights of storm
The rain designs her face on the glasses of the window of my room!

I walk between the trees, I feel your presence
Yours tomb is covered from the leaves
I remember your sweet smile, your deep looks
As in a dream. I hear. whispers from the grave!!!

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