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- TRUST
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- Life is a passage
- On which
shadows and sun alternate
- And time
flies.
- You and I
- And your
enclosing presence.
- Once
absorbed in deep thoughts
- You were
overcome
- By emotions
of intense love
- Your soft
lips
- Deposited a
kiss
- On my cold
forehead
- It was a
moment of passion
- And it’s
exuberance.
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- What you
have to do now is
- To lift by
your own lips
- The seal of
your kiss
- From my warm
forehead.
- It was a
trust
- And that
creates turmoil in me!
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