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A shooting star I was in your sky,
Shining in the night, sweet and sincere.
With the moon as a mirror in its gait,
Silent witness of a magical love.
A few raindrops, soft and tender,
Kissed your hair, whispers of eternal,
Stolen moments, flashes of peace,
An echo in the wind that returns, and goes away.
And a beautiful memory that goes away,
Like the dawn that comes at the end of its already:
The brightness fades, the light is extinguished,
On the horizon, the cross vanishes.