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The dreams whisper

where reality falls silent…

In the shadows of the night,

I wander through a world

of whispers and secrets,

where every glance tells a story

I long for.

I can almost hear your sigh,

hidden from the judging eyes

of false loves.

This would be a tale

only a master of a thousand faces

could bring to life—

cinematic kisses beneath the stars,

where shadows become lovers,

embracing forgotten desires.

Do you still long?

Are you still capable of dreaming?

Les ombres murmurent des vérités

que je garde dans mon cœur.

What do you dream of

when the night falls?

(Gabrielle Moura)

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