Twenty-four hours

The first hour is sweet,

a sweet delight for my eyes

Seeing through the glimmer of a reflection

When the sun has just risen.

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Until the twentieth hour, everything blends together

Emotion, doubt, and insomnia

It's like a daisy being stripped of its leaves

A little, a lot, passionately, madly.

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For the next three hours, a forgotten leaf

It lay there on his flushed cheek

This Marguerite is suddenly transformed into a rose

There's nothing I can do about it, I suppose.

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Twenty-four hours into the starry night

A shooting star has just lit up

I make a vow to no longer be afraid,

And that all these hours will fade away.