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There was a boy who lived simply
Working in the suburb
There was a girl who dreamed simply
Waiting for love
There was spring
The spring of novels
Passing by singing
And looking for two troubling hearts
To lend its vows
And make them lovers

There was a wonderful moment
When their gazes met
There were those delightful moments
Where without saying anything they understood each other
There was destiny
That led the boy
To take her hand
There was warmth
The warmth of happiness
Rising in their hearts

There was this furnished room
With windows overlooking the courtyard
There was this couple who loved each other
And their words spoke of forever
There was the boy
Who ran his hand
Through the girl's dreamy eyes
With linen hair
While in their hearts
Happiness settled

There were these two bodies lost
In happiness of unparalleled joys
There were all the lost dreams
Replacing their sleepless nights
There was the moment
When suddenly spring
Resumed its vows
There was happiness
That fled in tears
Having broken two hearts

There was a boy who lived simply
Working in the suburb
There was a girl who cried thinking
Of her first love
There was destiny
Walking its path
Without caring about anything
As long as there are lovers
There will be vows that will only last a spring