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(You rhyme 38)
They will return the dark swallows
In your balcony their nests to hang,
And another time with the wing to their glasses,
Playing will call;

But those that the flight refrained
Your beauty and my happiness to contemplate;
Those that learned our names…
That.. they won't return!

But clotted aqueilas of dew,
Whose drops looked to tremble
And to fall, as tears of the day…
Those… they won't return!
They will return of the love in your hearings
The burning words to sound;
Your heart of their deep dream
Perhaps he/she will wake up;
But world and absorbed and of knees
As it is adored to God before their altar,
As me I have loved you…, become disillusioned,
they won't love this way you!