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The Lover
She is standing on my lids
Their hair in mine
She has the form of my hands
She has the color of my eyes
It is devoured by my shade
As a stone in the sky.

She always has open the eyes
And he/she doesn't allow to fall asleep
The light of their dreams
It evaporates all the suns
He/she makes me laugh, to cry and to laugh
To speak without having anything to say.