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Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Sweet Echo

Sweet Echo

Come to me, the night was quiet;
We speak in silence of a dream;
Comes with rounded cheeks and eyes bright and smooth
As the sun in the stream;
Come back in tears,
Memories, hope, love of finished years.

Dreams are sweet, very sweet, sweet-bitter,
If you wake, and they should be Paradise
When the soul of love brimfull respect;
When thirst longing eyes
Watch the door slowly
This opening, in the lease, do not allow more.

However, he came to me in my dreams, I could live
My life still very cold, even to death:
Come back to me in my dreams, I can
Pulse pulse, breathing with the breathing:
Speeches low, lean low
How long, my love, how long ago.

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