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Tonight I Can Write

        to lines.

        rite, for example, t is starry

        and tars are blue and sance.

        t he sky and sings.

        to lines.

        I loved imes soo.

        ts like this one I held her in my arms.

        I kissed he endless sky.

        Simes I loved oo.

        still eyes.

        to lines.

        to t I do not o feel t I    her.

        to , still more immense    her.

        And to to ture.

        does it matter t my love could not keep her.

        t is starry and s h me.

        taneone is singing. In tance.

        My soul is not satisfied t it    her.

        My sigries to find    her closer.

        My    looks for    h me.

        t rees.

        e, of t time, are no lohe same.

        I no longer love s certain, but how I loved her.

        My voice tried to find to touch her hearing.

        Anothers. As she was before my kisses.

        body. e eyes.

        I no longer love s certain, but maybe I love her.

        Love is so s, fetting is so long.

        Because ts like this one I held her in my arms

        my soul is not satisfied t it    her.

        t pain t she makes me suffer

        and t verses t I e for her.
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