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<div class="text-justify">Ecstatic memories flow of the idyll forged around your heart. An ephemeral moment, almost as fleeting as the twenty seconds of dawn. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">With its fading king blue and golden hues, turning the instant your lips trembled on my lips into a feast of sweet flavors.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">That first touch, longing for the days when your voice flooded my ears and the remoteness of contact did not exist. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">When the hopelessness of love had no place and your eyes, reflecting your soul, sought to seal the days of absence. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Exploring mine to find the immense enthusiasm to hold you in my arms.</div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">Of constancy, redemption and the perennial dawn hanging on love. With skins in communion and a term without extinction. </div><P/>
<div class="text-justify">An idyll armed around your heart, an ephemeral but eternal instant.</div><P/>