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At the touch of your hands and the line I drew from your eyes to mine; now I feel I fly, I am unable to look at a single color, everything is rainbow.
--What's the matter, can you let me go now?
--I'm sorry," I withdraw my hand in shame. --Time stopped for me when I felt the warmth of your hand.
--Yes, but apart from saying meaningless things, can you pay me or you'll fly away with the sparrows?
--No, here it is. --I hand you the coins. --Each one has a sentiment and together they have the name of love.
--For many people money buys love, but you give me love without any price," he says, staring at me.
--It is said that the best moments are the ones that are not rivaled, of course this is mine," I say not to prolong the subject.
I would be willing to give you my life in exchange for nothing; I think to myself so as not to seem crazier than I should.
For you: the one who looks at me and manages to hypnotize me with every shade and circle of her brown iris.