Feed me with your words, quenche thirst me with your kisses, let me read on the face your secret thoughts, as a blind reads with Brail. Care for me as a man, not like a child, and if you see that I yeld, take care next supporting me. If you see that I want to leave, come with me, and if you see me crying, not comfort me, because I cry for you.
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