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Do you know,

it's just like,

half of me didn't come,

back to Portugal.

It was a really cold day ,

but someone came next to me,

and warm up my cold dark,

heart.

I'll never forget that smile,

That touch,

those hugs and kisses.

Do you know,

the connection between a paper, 

and pen? 

Wherever they are,

they need each other, 

and I need you. 

I need you ...