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With your forehead on my forehead, with your mouth on my mouth, our bodies tied to the love that burns us, let the wind pass without being able to take me away. Let the wind run crowned with foam, let it call me and look for me galloping in the shadows, while I, submerged under your big eyes, will rest for this night alone, my love.
