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There's some kind of sorrow in his eyes
some liquid flood that flows inwards
seems that a dry shadow wraps it all
the look, the smile and even the mouth

I wonder deeply concerned
how I can replenish his faith
and light up again
the flame he uses to wear

I love him, for sure
and my deepest happiness would be his own
for I don't look for love to myself anywhere
I simply don't know what should I do
with all this love I’ve got to share.