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I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.
Clasping my arms like a climbing plant
The leaves garnered your voice, that was slow
and at peace.
Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning.
Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul.
“I Remember You As You Were”
by Pablo Neruda
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