What will the day be like, when I don't think of you,
when the echo of your voice dissolves in the air,
when the sun wakes up without your shadow present,
and the dawn offers me a new landscape.
When I can tear you from my dreams,
like a lily that blooms on waking,
and my memories break the chains,
untying the soul, freeing its veins.
How will be the day, when at last I discover,
That the sky is more beautiful without your torment,
that each star shines with its pure light,
and not carry the weight of an old feeling.
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