Oh my love.
 When she comes to me, the wind sings his magnific symphony to the worlds ear's. The silence, his better composition around the world, unique for life, in the chaos and creation that it lives the mother nature. When she cames, the life is peaceful, lovely, amazing and magnific. And when she cames, my love for her is indescribable. If you see her eyes one day, (because we don't have eyes, only the feelings) tell her, she can find me in the field, because that's what I am. The cotton in the field.
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