DO NOT LET THIS IS MISS MOONLIGHT
Do not let this go away moon,
Prevent that our love grow,
The way we both love flourishes
It cannot be the way we dream.
I live without knowing these flowers such
That both sow in gardens,
Loving thy love without counting,
The evening will lose direction, purpose...
Loneliness burning chimera which
Empty taking in the later
The claws so terrible Panther,
In solitude we are even two...
I do not know if we can save us
Maybe in other arms, yes, love!
MARCOS LOURES
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