Once again she reflected on the mirror
Waiting to see the reflex of a soft blue
Longing that sign of loneliness and cold
Rounded of dead souls she could meet
The smallest sin of all of them
But when the winter arrives
Her soul dressed in an unforgible red
Producing the unknown of his own facts

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