When she resides in my dreams,
in my simple or aberrant thoughts,
my immersed or idle time,
my serene or chaotic rhymes,
when she lives within my skin
and in my real and imaginary scenes

Then I guess I have nowhere to hide,
for she is the path,
she is the destination
and how can I escape
from such a sight

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