Then what a short hour,
Enter my rice-you have mixed...
So many unripe leaves
Yours from my cr exit.
Go away!
In your nights.
Go, alone-to your torments.
Now they sleep,
They are silent here-my sighs,
Leave me still,
Same between the waves.
O do-o-ormir...
Memory like ash,
It spread.
I fall when I don't have
Who-i It detects me.
When I break in your heart
Alas, it is no use that I was.
Now they sleep,
They are silent here-my sighs,< br/>Leave me motionless,
Same among the waves.
O do-o-ormir...
Memory like ash,
It scattered.

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