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Everything resurfaces at nightfall,the moon draws paths on my skin,a fire is reborn in my soul,a flame that burns for you, faithful.
Desperate of a dreamed love,in the echo of whispers I lost my mind,memories dance, enchanted danzón,and passion blooms in every beat.
Standing before the clock of timeits hands laugh at me,every second a yearning, a lament,a sigh that cries out: come, come back here.
In the twilight, love does not die,all resurges, and the soul clingsto that fire which, eternally, is constant.