The situation inberbe
your hair fallen out
How may lie in those lips
I kissed her and I miss so much?
And this pain How
streaming eyes
nighters where I lost myself in my delirium?
will seek the remedy to the memory of all this in a strange inharmonious chords. Love! Do not think you could kill your subjects!
We seek the prayers of a virgin.
(Interestingly enough, by chance today i was reciting the last poem of Neruda's love).
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