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Les amants, René Magritte (1928)

Hidden in the shadows of our lives, feeling as if we were the only lovers on earth
You said let me cleanse your memory beneath the rainbow of my love. Let me see you seek the light in my eyes. Let me see you become my written dream. You continued saying hush my dear I know I know what makes your soul tremble so. And in the wilderness of you moaning you will seek refuge in me. But, don’t let my words fool you, you are the conqueror and I am the conquered in the temple of love. So I sat and cried thinking that you were a bird that accepted to sacrifice its wings.