Tonight I can write the saddest lines
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
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Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I no longer love her, thats certain, but how I loved her.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines
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We, of that time, are no longer the same.
and these the last verses that I write for her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.
I no longer love her, thats certain, but maybe I love her.
my sould is not satisfied that
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What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I kissed her again and again undwww.99lib.neter the endless sky.
She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
The same night whitening the same trees.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
Th九-九-藏-书-网rough nights like this one I held her in my arms
Anothers. She will be anothers. Like my kisses before.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.