We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

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I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Thats all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.

Love is so short and oblivion so long.

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Although this may be the last pain she causes me,

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.

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Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once

belonged to my kisses.

My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

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I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

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and this may be the last poem I write for her.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.

My soul is lost without her.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

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I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

The same night that whitens the same trees.

To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her.

And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.