First you have to know how to suffer
Then to love, then to leave
And finally walk without thought
Perfume of orange blossom
Vain promises of a love
That escaped with the wind
Afterwards, what does it matter about the after?
My whole life is yesterday
That stops me in the past
Eternal and old youth
That has left me cowed
Like a bird without light
Pain of an old grove
Corner song
With a piece of life
Orange tree in bloom

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