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On the sly every day,
like a shadow in the night,
our hearts glow,
though the silence obscures us.
Like two criminals
we trace secret routes,
where love is not felt
under restless gazes.
Your eyes are my refuge,
your laughter my sweetest crime,
I lose myself in your murmurs,
in a paralytic world.
I must love you secretly
under the cloak of the moon,
where the stars are witnesses
of a cradling passion.