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Silent lips are numb by the beauty of expectation, the desire for perfection in the hands of Love sends a dry furrow of tears in streams of passionate breathing, disappearing with pale cheeks in the brilliance of nocturnal charm. The heart waits for an invisible mystery, the fire of memories shines and silently runs, the incomprehensible shadow of dreams sleeps in the torment of empty ghosts, and every day it burns with a random star of a bird of happiness.