How is it possible for the sky to be bluer,
that the white-hot sun feels hotter,
that every bird sings outside
and that you suddenly bring back spring
to my early winter?
That I walk with new power,
as if yesterday
I was another man?
That your smile is prettier
than that of any other women,
that my heart is beating hammer beats,
when you are standing next to me?
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