between all these small things,
which are mix with anther big things,
one thing which i wished,
one thing is a true and didn`t die,
and keep in a brightness mind,
and one word also,
better more than nothing:
which it maybe plant its roots, during a sleep,
and in a morning, become a beauty rose,
and then you found a happiness with a red carnation,
and careless become between all that sadness.
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