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I have to dream you with your eyes,
and speak to you only when the butterflies rise...
I have to read your Life recorded on each leaf,
pursuing your memories like a thief...
I have to see you as a mesmeric dreamer,
and know in this Life you are not the sinner...
I shall write for you a symphony,
hoping, our hearts can sing in synchrony...
I shall draw for you a verse forever more,
hoping, in other Life, you may not ignore!...