I want to be

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I want to be the sun that wakes you up in your dawns,
with golden rays that dye your skin,
blurring the shadows, bringing the hours,
like a canvas of light, like a warm brush.

I want to be the nightingale at your window,
awakens the dreams that in silence harbour,
to sing in the mornings, sweet and early,
and steal your laughter, like the wind the breeze.

I want to be every star that lights up your night,
a lighthouse in the gloom, a refuge of peace,
whispers of tenderness that the soul wastes,
and in every moment, a reason to love.