The days I wait become long and longer,
first unknown, then more a happier year.
A year; one long year, and then the summer.
This chaste tear, how it dries my heart and mouth / give ear.
The year, the years, the four years: never end!
Almost! I was free. Almost. I gave in.
Alas, I did not join the cycles bend.
Rejected! I am trapped, without a sin!
I must find feelings, entrench deep my heart.
How much do I live what I cannot dream?













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