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Passed
the cruel shadow of a doubt,
and in the romance of love
pain stuck its rude claw
its rough claw,
and there
where your dear mouth
put the soul in kissing,
it went to stammer
the farewell.
Garden
what enchanting promises,
yesterday, no more, perfumed...
Today it is the mansion
of my sorrows
¡...
Cypress
where we once engraved
oaths of both of us,
witnessed
of the sad farewell.

Fatal appointment
that of the unjust 'The End'...
I will not forget
that in it I lost you,
that my life went astray,
that my misfortune
my misfortune.
I will not forget the emotion
with which I shook
the hand that I passionately
I so passionately kissed...
That our lip, when we parted,
must have felt
to lose the joy of loving
and forgiving...
But the lip and the passion
and the heart
fell silent
and, drowned in tears, we both gave up
we both said
in a sigh our farewell.

Passed
the cruel shadow of a doubt
and there
where your dear mouth
put its soul in kissing,
it went to stammer
the farewell...
A cruel
vain and reluctant pride
attracted the treacherous wind
that destroyed
our palace.
And today,
late, sick and defeated,
learning in pain,
of your love
today I know the value.