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The day will come when at last
our souls will meet,
like rivers embracing,
in the mist, whispering,
under the sky painted in gold,
in the last rays of light,
where the sun bids farewell
and the horizon expands.
Your laughter will be the melody
that caresses my words,
and every verse that names you,
will be an echo in the wind,
a song of shining stars,
in the starry night,
that will unite our shadows
like an eternal moment.
The day will come when at last
our souls will meet,
united in poetry,
and every verse, every note,
will be part of a destiny,