We will walk.
Longer.
Slower.
Music surrounding our nature.
Growing around.
You.
Let's sit in the garden.
Throwing flowers.
And reminisce.
They know we are.
I flew to the moon.
Experience.
Love.
In your eyes,
I see the sky.
Soaring through you.
Adoration.
Fascination.
(Eres la luna en mi cielo.)
And we will fly.
We will sleep.
Again.
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