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  Every day you play with the light of the universe.
  Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
  You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
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  You are like nobody since I love you.
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  Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

  Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
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  The rain takes off her clothes.

  The birds go by, fleeing.
  The wind. The wind.
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  You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
  You will answer me to the last cry.
  Cling to me as though you were frightened.
  Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

  Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
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  While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
  I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

  How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
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  So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
  and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

  My words rained over you, stroking you.
  A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
  I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
  I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
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  I want
  to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
  – Pablo Neruda, translation by WS Merwin

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