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"The sun lay down
On my tired heart,
I gently closed the eyes.
What bourdone with my ears,
It is the memory of your "I love you".
But you are far at the hour that it is...
In this country where you forget me,
I
hate the Shades that you consort with,
And
I curse this long silence,
What remains me after the absence.
And if the Love is a regret,
I love you more than ever.
If you return, would be certain,
I will await you flowers with the hand,
And I will erase this soft sorrow,
That which I have each morning.
In this country where I you "life",
I hate the Shades which consort with me
And I cherished this long silence
Who brings me closer a little you...
Because if the Love is a regret,
Then, believe me,
I love you more than ever. "
Xota.
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