Oh! I love you deep and intense
as the stars love the sky
Always;
There must be a special pretense
if those stars leave the sky
All days.
Like the lasting scent of incense
with you in high and dry
Always;
And when death will bring penitence,
Be your shadow on fly
all days.
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