Billions of stars,
But I choose the Sun.
Ignoring all the noises
And all the pollution.
I'll live with him,
As long as, he's mine.
Even if he's not,
I'll stay with him,
As long as, he's alive.
(On his eyelashes, on the cut
On his earlobe, in the tears and
The smile and on the fingers which
crossed mine).
He lightens my life,
Brightens the...
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