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Lost winter


'awake up Princess !, soul pure and kindness, Vanity you show between the flowers and envy with your plethoric beauty, they already, covered are in their nature. The birds want to give you their songs before the prelude of Alba, the hours in hurry up are thinking on you because you will give way to their purposes every time they pay attention. Look at the reflection of your window my love, that there is my soul sleeping, look how you make it smile , until I wonder what you produce on it? So inherent to yours, our souls playing are, are needed, as the necessity of your eyes to flash every time they meet with free stars , very free like the wind ranging stroking your cheeks ¡awake up my love !, because poetry prettier still has not been written, because the depth promise is still in me. Our souls will play in the oil and icy winter, showing fire and passion to the station,that it will feel doubt its own state and that will be our eternal return' awake up sweetness they wait us!

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    Winter's muse