Who knows
If anyone hears my call,
hero of this war
I'm going to slowly die.
A warm kiss of your twenty aspect
here on the edge of melancholy,
my thoughts are with Research
of your face and nostalgia.
Care will be these words of mine
radiant source of my talk,
breath of my breath,
breath caresses my life.
At dawn I will go away
bring your sweet heart,
the mettle of your soul volcano
Light will be in my path.
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