Maybe after I die maybe I
nestled in a breath of nostalgia infinite
of bitter misfortune feel defeated in
like shipwreck faded silent this time
I will leave in the stream of my sorrows
the singing of our sweet melodies
plying blue skies Sunday
and jailer mirror looks lost and
I love you in the dark death fall
inescapable legacy of the tragedy
Lake night forever bleeding
mouthful starvation of my stuff
Before that the memories emularé
each piece of great life you gave me
and your delicious crumbs downs tied
there where the pain muttered a sad song
those musical notes come
one to one rub the frost from my eyes
transmuted into dew the seven seas sailing
is love bars confined by abject
Yours disenchantment and sadness my
and all we are only absent masters
your gaze does not rest in my soul more intense
for my hugs distant light bruise to the stars
The night now is pretty vast and lonely
has woven his cloak to wrap myself in the game
not blame the love but fragmentary doubt
acute serenade that takes the kiss transfixed and overcome
But strip today Firefly briefly
not know if it's your look or a precious diamond
I will join her in the tomb of mortar
and bury the burning fever stabbing ...
ZIGMANN AARON - THE NOTEBOOK
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