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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 
I love you straightforwardly, without complexitites or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this: 
where I does not exist, nor you, 
so close that your hand 
on my chest is my hand, 
so close that your eyes close
as I fall asleep. 

        - Pablo Neruda, SONNET XVII I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexitites or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep. - Pablo Neruda, SONNET XVII
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