Before you uttered a word,
You were the angel,
And your love was my sky.
Take the key to my heart,
And enter my tent,
Tent by tent,
So, I may welcome you as a heroine,
The books trembling at your footsteps.
Here I extend my hand,
Let your poems await me,
And all the poets' collections.
My loss without you is painful.
Take my hand,
And draw me a smile.
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