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The night is drawing near
and my heart feels
the joy of being by your side,
games of love
that the soul keeps
of a heart in love.
Games that in my mind
as a child come to life,
games that hide
all that a life suffers.
At nightfall I remember you,
I want to drink from your lips
the sweet longing,
dreams of love
that as time goes by
the heart keeps,
waiting for life
only roses,
even if sometimes
the thorns touch me.