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View taken from the Red
(I do not know author)
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always the agony I thought
one day suffer for his song
and was weaving a sea of \u200b\u200bdisappointment
that only served me symphony
as a requiem for my soul in despair
by the vivid memory of his kisses,
and at the foot of the altar on which the put, Lesos
leave my heart and mind.
This must be the last sonnet
I do not want more, talk of love.
Lost and my muse, and aimless,
am a poet castaway nonsense
humiliated my colors blue
the edge of his love sorry.
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Carlos Serra
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