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Words, how beautiful they are,
like the sun that awakens at dawn,
they carry in their deep echo,
messages that the soul interprets.
They adorn the lace of dreams,
weaving the fabric of being,
in the air they whisper blindly,
memories that invite to believe.
They are of lineage, old roots,
like rivers that embrace the sea,
in their dance the letters play,
and in their verses they make us love.
They envelop the sincere kisses,
with their soft, sweet breath,
a single concert of longings,
where time becomes a moment.
Words, how beautiful they are,
bridges between souls,
whispers of love, peace and passion