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Would she be the sea foam of the goddess of waters, would she be the sweet wind on the sand that touches the naked bodies of lovers at night, would she be the bottom of a glass drinking in a bar after being hurt by the one who swore to love and protect her? , maybe it's just a dream of love whose end is the empty bed and the loneliness of a soul in the signs of time, I don't know, but it is real, the feeling is real, the desire is real and her passion is still real as death without love, living without smiling and endless sadness..................