I found it in the aching souls,
Scattered along the globe,
Caressed by the harsh colds,
Corroded by the sea salt,
But attracted to the fools' gold
Of this undetermined world.
I also found it in the curls
Of the cutest sweet girls
And tender kisses that lurk
During the calm moonwalk
And the honest night talks
And the hidden smirk
For the difficult work.
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