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Just like a day lived in a whisper
Passed my life.
In peace and without letting anyone to presume
That I exist.
And to my death
Didn\'t gather even the flowers
That I was watching
Secretly.
Only bad thoughts
That I kept on hosting,
Mourning, they asked to be buried
With me.
For anything else I didn\'t have
To leave to this world.
Perhaps only a passing dream:
My face.
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