with me is an emerald mountain
below the turquoise blue sea
with me are the trees
and the sun that cast me a shadow
with me is a glass of wine
and a stick of pork barbecue
with me is the night that covers me
with stars and a moon colored gold
how can i be lonely then?
how can i be so alone in the middle
of all these treasures
these beauty these graces?
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