My mismatch is the ripe
your gaze That wanders with a caress
Your utopia for a future
Even if the sparks go out
The shelter we have now become
And the memories your scent brings
The sparkle that lies with your green eyes
In which I have so often digressed
Because it seems to reveal who I am
You even decipher the lyrics I didn't write for you
And for a part of the time I will
In the reunion of the first moment I saw you
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