My way...
No matter how much you wanted shoulders not have
Make my way, up my cross...
Though you look as light,
The life presents me with new roads...
The fortunes that promises and does not brings
When how much could I have already opposed
To the great love could to do justice
Overcoming crude and dark night.
I thought might be happy
Be happy, be happy! I repeat so much!!
Kisses that withheld, how much wanted to
Desire to have eternal light glow in
In the wake of the stars to appeal myself,
The battle over each deception was foreign...
Loures
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