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Everything resurfaces at nightfall,

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Everything resurfaces at nightfall,
the moon draws paths on my skin,
a fire is reborn in my soul,
a flame that burns for you, faithful.
Desperate of a dreamed love,
in the echo of whispers I lost my mind,
memories dance, enchanted danzón,
and passion blooms in every beat.
Standing before the clock of time
its hands laugh at me,
every second a yearning, a lament,
a sigh that cries out: come, come back here.
In the twilight, love does not die,
all resurges, and the soul clings
to that fire which, eternally, is constant.