THANK YOU, FRIEND
Who lives unhappy in such grief?
Do not even know happiness...
The wind will blow in my face,
Promise terrible storm...
The glory of dreaming that I do not know,
Invade thought, a sudden...
Because I know that I do not deserve to be happy,
Would happier if I lived...
The prayers that make me, my friend,
Certainly worth much who help...
In the curves that life is in danger
By far one hope still beckons me...
I know that thou wilt only my right,
How good knows there is someone...
MARCOS LOURES
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