Your charms remains,
Engraved in my memory,
My desire was made of stone,
Never eroded...
When your cinders finely blend,
Then we will make the love,
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That i had so,
Vainly hoped for,
While waiting i sing my disease,
Never caught the pleasure,
Which leads to wisdom.

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