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You're no longer by my side, my love,
And in my soul I have only loneliness,
That now I cannot see you,
Because God made me love you,
To make me suffer more.
You were the reason for my existence.
Adoring you, for me, was religion.
In your kisses I've waited,
For the warmth given me,
By love and passion.
That's the history of a love.
Which has no equal,
That made me understand,
All that's good, all that's bad,
That gave light to my life,
Then turned it off.
Oh what a dark life.
Without your love I will not live.
That's the history of a love.
Carlos Eleta Almarán
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