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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Transcript
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I want you to know one thing. You know how this is. If I look at the crystal moon at the red branch off the slow autumn on my window, if I touch in the fire the M palpable ash or the wrinkled body off the log, everything carries me to you as if everything that exist are Roma's lights, metals or little boats that sailed towards those aisles of yours that wait for me, right. Well, now, with little by little, you stop loving me. I shall stop loving you little by little If suddenly you forget me did not look for me for I shall already have forgotten you if you think it lowing and mad the wind off banners that passes through my life and you decide to leave me at the shore off the heart where I have roots Remember that on that day at that are I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. What if each day each are you feel that you're destined for me with implacable sweetness? If each day of flour climbs up to your lips to seek me Are my love on my own in me. All that virus repeated in me. Nothing is extinguished of for gotten. My love fits on your love beloved. And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine, okay?