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on my

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            s And her hair is in mine

She is the

                           

form

         of my                  

         hands                                                            

And the color of my eyes, She is swallowed in my shadow Like a stone against the sky

Her eyes

are always

o

         p

                  e

                           n

And she does not let me sleep

In the light of day

her dreams Make suns evaporate,

Make me laugh, cry and laugh,

And speak

when I have nothing

to say.