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Where is my glory,
from the old beauty? ...


In one day
long gone away ,
you`ll ask me
where is my name, "the most beautiful,between
the floating waters"?...

I`ll hold you
by the hand
at every sunset,
with every sunrise
I`ll kiss your lips:
"you the most beautiful
of wings to fly
in me."


I second by second
care you through
the desert of my being,
with every sunrise
for every amazing sunset,
you,"the most beautiful,between
the floating waters".