As the Sun rises
You, my love
Are getting ready to leave
As if it were the last time
We'll see...
I'll be waiting until dawn ends and dusk begins.
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She Was My First Love
PoésieA short poetry book describing how that woman was like the stars in the sky, waiting for her admirer to write her a note.
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As the Sun rises
You, my love
Are getting ready to leave
As if it were the last time
We'll see...
I'll be waiting until dawn ends and dusk begins.
