remains watching me with sadness;
a single idea
has got into her head:
that'll be her fiancée...
Every night she strolls outside my house,
greets me with a dismal smile
and a great hope:
that'll watch over her
while she cheerfully works...
Hours go by becoming eternal,
she waits for me at the corner
but I can't follow her,
I can not with this agony,
I can not against this conquest...
Maybe I should go after her,
learn every night to love her;
that way I wouldn't be so lonely
and I could dance 'till the end
in a beautiful and silent garden of memories...
a cemetery!
- D Feline '99
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