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Manuel of the Palacio |
Already of my love the sincere confession They heard your quiet lattices, And it was witness of my longings The moon, of the sad partner. Your name says the pleasant bird To who seen me every day, And they make happy my dreamt happiness The valley, mount, the whole district. Only you my secret doesn't know, No matter how much the soul with burning beat Without me to want it, tell it to you to voices; And you must maybe ignore eternally it, As the waves of the speedy sea The offering ignores that he/she gives them the source |