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She is not a girl...
She is a calm that descends upon the soul...
She is a face that, when it appears, even exhaustion forgets its name.
Her smile... a festival passing through my heart... even if the whole world is sorrow.
And her eyes... a sea with no shore... every time I look into them... I fall deeper.
Her voice... winter warmth... a mother’s tenderness... and the safety of a homeland.
When she walks... flowers grow shy of her footsteps... and the wind changes its path just to pass by her.
Her presence... a blessing not bought with money... nor replaced with all the world.
She is the only thing... that as days pass... becomes more precious... closer... and more beautiful.
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