Amazed the minutes of a reflected magazines,
cheerless leaves when September came’s;
dearly nights you came this things,
someone grant been simple keep;
mark my words variety of ways,
don’t make a doubt nor think a veil.
You’ll be my shirt I need so now,
keeping you to roof of my own heart veil;
hidden gift I found in this life,
and ties the valentine and did the right;
rain dropped too fast as sword that crash,
from clouds who blessings the man’s hearts.
Might remain this memory in the clouds space,
always pure whatever lovely deep seas;
great time I enjoyed the rain,
maybe tomorrow there’s no rain;
yet a little time we spent this night,
a coldness may warm if you’re in sight.
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