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Amor
In the heart of the deepest silence,
Where days and nights all colored black,
Laid the souls escaped from pestilence,
Never will death trace their tracks,
Amor my loved a one of them,
There laid in years fast asleep,
Dusts covered beauty once of fame,
Still vivid it's color my heart has kept,
The lake of time is deep and calm,
And my beloved laid there like a lily,
While peace and stillness governs her presence,
Entangled in serenity of unconsciousness,
Yet even the eagerness of my longing,
Is amazed by the frank of her boldness,
While the days of the living are hurt and screaming,
Hers is patient in the realms of humility,
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