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The flood of sadness
And almost this night
That it does not clear
This limitation is almost
Not to break
This dam is almost
That it is not filled with water,
And this water that does not recede!
When the morning shines!
How to our sun
To wake up?
And refracted solar light?
No plants in this country and others
Controversy
He became the dear victorious!
He didn’t say a letter
To say: Rebelled
O my bereaved letters!
And what a hunger for rain!
crowns in the valley of the kings
And what a scepter in it!
And what a thinker in it!
