With her I was good at people,
The form of people was an example;
Round my neck the tie was cut,
I was an eternal student.
She was an extraordinary woman
Of purposes so secret, and desirous
People wanted chiefly the same,
A knocking on the door.
May life be lovely with her,
An infinity of water was below us,
Inside the love of mountains
Was the tie with the God.
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