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Like a star’s twinkle and shine,
Over the night sea
In a boat sleeping;

Like nostalgia which absence devours,
For withered memories
In a wasted time;

Like a flower in a green valley,
Over a lost grave
With ashes;

This heart suffers, this spirit of mine,
Like a living ghost,
Like a dead body;

And the mountain to climb with songs and with
suffering,
I see the lake, her face,
My eyes are tearing because of the hurt I carry,
I suffer for her and my mind cannot detach./virtualsophists.org

Autor: Gerald Ramaj
Perktheu: Valeriana Dema