Malt Lymphoma With Goo

paoine_sidhe @ 2005-12-07T22: 55:00

I can write the saddest lines tonight.
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Write, for example: "The night is starry
and shiver, blue stars in the distance."
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The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
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I can write the saddest lines tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
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On nights like this I held my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky
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She loved me, sometimes I loved her. As
not have loved her great still eyes
. I can write the verses
saddest tonight.
think that I have not. Feel that I lost,
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hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to grass.
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does it matter that my love could not keep.
The night is starry and she is not me.
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That's it. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is lost without her.
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as though to my eyes search.
My heart looks, and she is not me.
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The same night whitening the same trees.
We, then, are no longer the same.
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I no longer love her, true, but how I loved her!
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.
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the other. Will be someone else. As before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
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I no longer love her, true, but maybe I love.
Love is so short and forgetting is so long.
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Porque en noches como ésta, la tuve entre mis brazos,
mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.
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Although this is the last pain she causes me,
and these the last verses that I write. Uuuooo