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Under the sky, of a city called Paris
Sitting on a wooden bench, worn by time
Two voices in golden hair
Were weaving destinies, destinies of love
In their fiery gazes
They swayed on threads without destiny
But in their gaze, there was only goodbye
Matchmaker of other people's promises
She embroidered love in our hearts
With her smile she ignited my passions
But she never kept her love
She embroidered footprints on other people's paths
Uniting lost destinies
And in her light walk, the shooting star disappeared
Leaving my love as a witness to her passion
The night was covered with the trembling on my lips
When her voice spoke another name, uniting love
She whispered sweetly, not thinking that I loved her
There's someone waiting for you, someone who yearns for you
And I wanted to tell her, I wanted to shout to her
That the heartbeat in the sky
The star that shone
The shadows of the Moon
In my silence I wanted to tell heree, that it was me
She saw so many hands clasped and eyes closing
She saw letters exchanged full of love
But she never saw that there was a soul that spoke to her
Of feeling
Of love
Celestine of silent nights
Witness to stories that never falls in love
That she no longer remembers
That on that night
Her love was me
