| Tristesse |
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| Artigos por Temas - Poemas | |||
| Escrito por Silvia Geruza | |||
| Ter, 04 de Novembro de 2008 08:39 | |||
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When I die for me do not cry for I will have loved all that I could have.
My friend, oh my friend When I die do not cry for me for I will have lived all that I had to live I will have given all that I could give
My friend, oh, my friend When I am gone from this suffering old world do not think that I lie in the cold do not cry for me for I in a better place I will surely be
My friend, my dear friend do not ever cry for me for I will have lived quite intensely I have never given myself if not entirely to anything and everything that in life I could find
My friend, oh, my friend but such an intense person like me gets tired easily so life goes out of her soul s l ow ly... and pain fully. However do not cry do not cry promise me that you will not cry for me.
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