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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2013-07-31 | | As you watch me climbing this mountain, Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always Smiling, You think that Time changed me into an eternal traveler. What is she looking for, you ask yourself, What does she want, you ask yourself, And I know that it is nothing earthly what I am looking for, I feel that I do not want anything ephemeral, Even if I want Your ephemeral endearment, It is the only ephemeral thing I desire Among so many eternal things.
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