Your whisper penetrates the soul,
it bends at his mercy,
as a simple game, I'll call
destination.
More wonderful heart, nourishes illusions
,
as a simple story,
of drama and suspense.
How can you know,
if you have not you seen me? How
know what you think,
if not you hear?
And river of joy,
of nerves and longing, for I trust
and I hope you know I am.
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