and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.

Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.

I no longer love her, thats certain, but how I loved her.

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And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

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My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.

We, of that time, are no longer the same.

To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.

What does it matter that my love could notread.99csw.com keep her.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms

The same night whitening the same trees.

I no longer love her, thats certain, but maybe I love her.

Write, for example, The night is starry

九-九-藏-書and these the last verses that I write for her.

The night is starry and she is not with me.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Anothers. She will be anothers. As she was before my kisses.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer

My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.