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I dreamed of you, my love! You were crying.
You, who never shed tears, although you have always cried in yourself. By the signs, that's how men cry! I was the only being I could hear inner crying. Did they use my caresses on you? Why were you crying in a dream, my love? I liked watching you on the mornings when, the first rays of the sun kissed your face; it seemed to me that he was sleeping with me the loving, immortal god. When you smiled, I knew you were dreaming of something beautiful. On the screen of your sky lights appeared and disappeared; your eyelids were shaking, your eyeballs were moving… When you suddenly opened your eyes, I read in them the joy of being with me. So, I was adding a new day in the book of our lives, in two. I loved you like a god and I thought you were immortal, my love!
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