I sing to your air, Paricha , how empty your place is Paricha, I miss you
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my heart, my city, my heart And I made love in every verse of the sonnet, the story of your eyes , my heart rhymed, I rhymed,
I lost in the potion of flowers and velvet of light , the fairy tales, all the stories die without you , that you are bored with the stone of patience.
