In a,
day
night
hour
minute
second
of a future,
that i don't know when,
perhaps'
I will be forced,
to Compose a Lamentation,
For Fall of our Love.
I want you know that,
i am ready for that Time.
But, you will not know,
how many drops of tears,
i save at each moment,
for that Time.
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