This situation devours me,
I deplore so much incomprehension,
I overheated every violent imposition,
that always postpones my thirsty illusion.
There is no language for the truth,
there is no aroma like friendship,
what dove about my city plans,
and looks for my age to create it.
The thresh that goes to heaven is delayed,
the day of my flight is delayed,
and I get impatient, and sleep in the wind,
the songbird is delayed,
true love is delayed,
it is delayed, it is delayed,
but I will not forget that there is aurora.
The songbird is delayed,
true love is delayed,
it is delayed, it is delayed,
but I will not forget that there is aurora.
It devours me, it deplores me, it overtakes me, it takes,
it is delayed, it is delayed, there is more aurora, there is more!
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Only among all we can make this a better place :)