When you enter the dark shadow lost a voice whispers its sad disturbing calm if in the depths of my soul I hear sweet sound,
Tell me, is that the wind in their turns complains, or that your sighs I speak of love to go?
When the sun in my window morning shines red and my love your shadow evokes if in my mouth another mouth I feel the impression.
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