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I woke up today, the sun was already out,
with the echo of laughter that the wind carried away.
I asked myself, breaking the illusion,
where are the loves I drew in my heart?
In the dark night, my dreams flew,
painting in the sky promises that loved.
Furtive quotes, whispers of the moon,
where time stands still, and the soul unites.
But when dawn comes, the magic is extinguished,
Sweet longings become a shadow.
Where are the kisses that burned like fire?
Lost in mists, of a time without pleading.
They are distant echoes, tired caresses,
that the sun of the day darkens, in silent days.
Dreams Are stories that die on waking