That love does not deceive me
With its gentleness
If it is from the old flame
Bitterness barely lives
From a black stain
From a cold stone
That love does not surrender
In the empty night?
And the voices embark
In a distressed silence
The further they move away
The more their scream is heard
Very flower of the waters
Seafaring night
Come slowly
To my shore
In new coutadas
Near an ivy
Red flowers are born< br/>For Spring
So you will know
Sister Lark
Tell me if you wait
For the dawn

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