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Don't add anguish to absence,
nor count the clock,
that the days that will not come
carry the echo of a goodbye.
If we did something right, I know it,
it was to squeeze life to the last drop,
savouring every moment,
like a wine that runs out.
Memories full of laughter,
whispers dancing in the breeze,
the light in your eyes shining,
the madness of a love that warns.
The paths fork,
and time turned its wheel,
but in each step left,
the essence of the lived was found.
We built castles
on sands of dreams and salt,
we made mistakes,
but who doesn't know how to love?