Penso, non importa dove vi smarrite, che andr con voi un senso. Bench possiate vagare terre pi dolci, presto non dimenticherete le mie mani, n tuttavia il senso che ho tenuto la mia testa, n tutte le cose tremulous I hanno detto. Ancora lo vedrete, piccolo e bianco e sorridendo, nella notte segreta e vi ritenete la mia armi circa quando il giorno viene fluttuando indietro ancora. Penso, non importa dove siete, voi lo terr nella vostra memoria e manterr la mia immagine, l senza di me, dicendomi gli amori successivi circa.
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