I review my life right nowwhile I look at this great sun,which dies in the sea:fragments and moments ...memories of the pastand nothing of this.Well, I tell you, coral sun,Sign of a nice next day,take for me this time…put it on your chariot.You'll give me all tomorrowwhen I get old. Andyou’ll make me feelinga scent again, so I canstill remember a distantand shy blooming of a love,lived only by the eyes.
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