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That captive who has me captive,
Because I live in her, she no longer wants me to live.
I have never seen roses in soft bundles,
If my eyes were more beautiful.
No flowers in the field,
No stars in the sky
They seem beautiful to me
Like my loves.
Singular face,
Peaceful eyes,
Black and tired,
But not to kill.
A living grace,
Who lives in them,
Hope to be the lady
Whose captive she is .
Black hair,
Where the people go
Lose opinion
That blondes are beautiful.
Pretidão of Love,< br/>The figure is so sweet,
That the snow swears to it
That it has changed its color.
Leda meekness,
That wisdom accompanies;
Well, it seems strange,
But not barbaric.
Serene presence
That the storm subsides;
In it, finally, rest
All my sorrow .
This is the captive
That has me captive;
And since I live in her,
I am forced to live.