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Kisses left in the shadows of the night.
I slept tightly, caught in the white of desires.
 Ah! I already miss her -  and December time. 

 I hear the chirping of birds,
She let the sound of the guitar play to me.
I hear the whispers of the sea,
 I hid her beautiful voice inside me.

When the wind will start
 To warm my hardened soul.
When my hands will move alone, 
When the nights will be cold, 
Her breathing will make me
 Breathe again next to the cold sun's rays.