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I can see her from her balcony, longing for something... Every night she goes up there and is calm but at the same time restless, I can feel that something has her nostalgic, sometimes I would like to approach and ask her what is wrong, but she does not know me. She doesn't notice my presence, she doesn't even know what things I like, she doesn't even know that I secretly love her and that every night I come to draw her beautiful spirit on my canvas.