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Two Hundred Notes

A room, a window
A tidy bed, a mirror
Where your reflection still finds space
The memory now is like
A voiceless piano
That sounds more and I no longer hear its notes
And suddenly, in the silence, my thoughts
Flies toward that image
 
My cold hands and my hair
Black and long, on my shoulders
My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered
'Don't look at me, don't stop yourself'
Skin to skin, your smile
Words aren't needed
I still remember the emotion
While the Sun was fading away
And in the room, there were two hundred notes
 
Each life has, always
A destiny of crossing
Of touching even a single moment
And maybe what you bear inside you is true
It's always everything that
I never could have next to me
And then I try to reject the traces
Of a very distant memory
 
My cold hands and my hair
Black and long, on my shoulders
My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered
'You can look at me, don't stop yourself'
Skin to skin, your smile
Words aren't needed
I still remember the emotion
While the Sun was fading away
And in the room, there were two hundred notes
Two hundred notes
 
My cold hands and my hair
Black and long, on my shoulders
My lips, a little bit embarrassed, whispered
'You can touch me, don't stop yourself'
Skin to skin, your smile
Words aren't needed
I still remember the emotion
While the Sun was fading away
And in the room, there were two hundred notes
 
And that's how life goes on and its trail
In balance, between regret and remorse
And we stay, healing the pieces of our hearts
For we are the blood that flows and that invents love
The past is the past and nothing can be done
You can lose it or you can look for it
In these empty nights
And in the room, there were two hundred notes
 
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