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I breathe through my lungs
Just not to forget that I have them,
Because, normally, I breathe through my words,
Through my fingers, my hopes and through my dreams.
I breathe through the flowers,
through the grass and through the rivers
as I’ve always done.
I breathe through my joy and through my fear,
through yesterday and through tomorrow,
I breathe through all my days
as through me the eternity is exercising,
but what I really mean is that
without you, all of you
I’m as if I had no oxygen
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