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If I seem nocturnal and imperfect to you, look at me again. Because tonight I looked at myself, as if you were looking at me. And it was as if the water wanted to escape its home, which is the river, and just slide, not even touch the bank. I looked at you. And for so long I understand that I am earth. I've been waiting for so long for your most fraternal body of water to extend over mine. Shepherd and sailor Look at me again. With less pride. And more attentive