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I do not write long

A simple poetry

I do not think long

Neither the verses or the rhymes

Long a tear

The wind dried on my cheeks

And I did not know whether it was sadness or joy

Hace tiempo que no miro

Long no miro

Through my window

To see dying evening,

And I hope she

Not long dream,

That no sigh nor write, not to bring back

In my present gloomy