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Paul Eluard |
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. |