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P E R E D A

Entering in mystery of love as nothing

I'm getting used to saying goodbye to what I never was

and time collapses in the gaze of that which it cannot describe

Dreams, only dreams I sing for you

I have never arrived nor did I depart

Entering in the mystery of love

lucid in my soul

opening my heart to the truth

I discover that everything resembles the gaze that I cannot describe, that everything resembles the gaze of that which I cannot describe

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