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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,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees*
-Pablo Neruda
* Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.
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