That is all. Someone sings far off. Far off,

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

my soul is not content to have lost her.

I kissed her greatly under the infinite sky.

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Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Since, on these nights, I held her in my arms,

Her voice, her bright body, infinite eyes.

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Lines fall on the soul like dew on the grass.

Hear the vast night, vaster without her.

and they shiver, blue, those stars, in the distance’

My voice tried to find the breeze to reach her.

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I don’t love her, that’s certain, but perhaps I love her.

We, from that time, we are not the same.

The same night whitens, in the same branches.

and these are the last lines I will write for her.

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Though this is the last pain she will make me suffer,

On nights like these I held her in my arms.

Another’s kisses on her, like my kisses.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

The night wind turns in the sky and sings.

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I loved her, sometimes she loved me too.

my soul is not content to have lost her.

I can write the saddest lines tonight.

Write for example: ‘The night is fractured

As though to reach her, my sight looks for her.