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for Seb and Rose, on the occasion of their marriage.

The gentle years roll
one within another, everything
changes, life strolls on
through the maze of might
have been's, the merrygoround
turns; but still, at the
centre, something is constant:
eye of the storm you hold

Todo cambia, todo permanece
igual, la tierra se mueve, o es
tectoñica justa del alma?
Sus ojos hablan.
Algo ha sucedido.


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