Do you know I look complete with you,
with you, my life rambles in
gaiety,
in gaiety, now I mock all the odds,
the odds that had once endangered me.
Your puerile chortles caress my soul,
my soul, a silent and sepulchral abyss,
till abyss, I can run just to see you,
to see you is the sole penchant for me.
You anoint sentience to my soul,
my soul, it breathes and dies everyday with you,
my rapunzel you are, I die without you,
you are mine in that sky full of stars.
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