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I will give you peace
if you give me a rose
I will give you a piece
of my precious love
So don't worry I can live
With that splendid word
if you give me a rose
I will give you a piece
of my precious love
So don't worry I can live
With that splendid word
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Shrouded in golden leaves,
we wait.
The world doesn’t end at sunset
and only dreams
limit themselves to things.
Through a labyrinth of blank hours
time leads us on
as autumn falls
over our house, our patio.
Shrouded in a relentless fog
we wait, we wait:
nostalgia means to live without remembering
the word we are made of.
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