WINTER
In the green fields, beautiful flowers ...
Fragrance of various grades.
Bees, birds, many colors.
Beating a heart, sorrowful missed ...
In the dawn skies are favors
Divine. In these fields, towns,
Looking for trails where you go
In vain senseless, you left
A life without having you has no meaning
The world does not allow a sad song.
At night, in my chest reveals,
Obscures that beauty, charm negates.
My day looking for those who wanted
Wintering the heart in agony ...
LOURES
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