Eyes remote
Eyes distant beaches that do not have...
Loves passed without forgiveness.
The winds, the tempests, so hard,
In trying to win thy heart,
It's all so far ... Where I come from,
The most distant lands will show
One day more daring and ardent so
Causing an eruption on my breast...
We were happy? Sure that you left
Taking with you the hopes
Leaving a bitter feeling sad
A boat anchored which senseless
Missing those times, you have driven me out
In most terrible waves from your sea...
Loures
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