How can I forget how I think; to separate love from the heart
In every movement in every time; is in my view all time hermetically
Never she disappear, even I sleep; in closing and opening of my
eyes as well
Her voice gentle and sweet, makes noise at all time
Nice her voice, magical tune; I remember her all time as the sun shine
So how can I forget, how I think; to separate light from my life
Who is she? nobody, knows unless GOD, perhaps me
Those days never I forget; in my life or in my mind
How can I forget how I think; to separate life from the heart
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