Juan Pablo Segovia
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Oh, how I miss her!
Death,
merciless, ruthless death,
took her from me.
It took her body,
her frail and helpless body
but not her soul
Her soul stayed with me!
refusing to go,
she waits for me.
I can feel her presence, her warmth
At nights we talk, we drink
and we dance until I can dance no more.
It is my imagination, I know that,
but somewhere in time there is a place
where there is no past, no present and no future
There, and for all eternity,
she gazes into my eyes
and holding my hands
tells me how much she loves me.
Death,
merciless, ruthless death,
took her from me.
It took her body,
her frail and helpless body
but not her soul
Her soul stayed with me!
refusing to go,
she waits for me.
I can feel her presence, her warmth
At nights we talk, we drink
and we dance until I can dance no more.
It is my imagination, I know that,
but somewhere in time there is a place
where there is no past, no present and no future
There, and for all eternity,
she gazes into my eyes
and holding my hands
tells me how much she loves me.
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