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Bright and sunny
And tonight I write this poem
With my eyes blind
And my hands cuffed
I write with my soul
In darkness, in jail
Yet I'm free and everything's
bright and sunny
Beloved
Here I write, do not love me
If your eyes are not as blind as mine
Hands not cuffed
Love me, when your soul
Is in darkness and in jail
Yet free and everything's
bright and sunny

© Isaac Neruda