Awake is the soul of those that really feel it. Hearts don't lie, make them feel what only few reveal. Clouds surround your smile Sweet, soothing incense is the mist that leaves you suddenly with the lover's joy. Blood boiling me is the coal that burns embracing you. I hear canticos, your whispering wind . . . It's burning more, the coal, the coal protected fervently beats freely waiting for you to sing the song of two lovers.Birth sign: Cancer
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