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Love, word written on the side of the heart,
in soft whispers whispers reason.
It is an echo in the breeze, a song of the soul,
a fire that burns, that always calms us.
Under the nostalgia of starry nights,
where time stands still and the hours are ballads,
is the sincere pulse that beats in the distance,
an eternal dance, a journey in fragrance.
When shadows envelop us in solitude,
and tears fall, a sea in the storm,
love is that beacon that never goes out,
an invisible bond that intoxicates souls.