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Love

Your photos kill me, love.
Your kisses heal, love.
My love, where are you, I don't see you anymore,
love, where are you, don't hide.
My love, I'm searching on Google.
 
The names of the stars,
your father and my father,
a nice hotel.
If we have sisters,
if we have sisters.
 
But only you
can save me
when life doesn't turn out well,
it doesn't make you fly.
Yes, only you.
 
My love, you want to talk to me a bit, love,
of the simplest things, my love.
My love, I'm searching on Google.
Birthmarks on the skin,
the way home,
the most beautiful beaches,
open pharmacies,
open pharmacies.
 
But only you
make me get up
at the bottom of those days in which
I can not climb the stairs,
not even, not even sleep.
 
Good thing there's a dog,
good thing that there really is.
Good thing there is
always something
on which I can lie down.
 
But only you
can save me
when life doesn't turn out well,
it doesn't make you fly.
Yes, only you
can save me.
Yes, only you,
my love, my love.
 


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