My soul is lost without her.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,

To think I dont have her. To feel that Ive lost her.

Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,

I can w九_九_藏_书_网rite the saddest poem of all tonight.

How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

On nights lik九九藏书e this, I held her in my arms.

and this may be the last poem I write for her.

I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Thats all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.

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Someone elses. She will be someone elses. As she once

What does it matter that my love couldnt keep her.

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.

We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

belonged to my ｈttp://wｗｗ•99liｂ.ｎｅtkisses.

and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.

And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

The same night that whitens the same trees.

As if to bring her near, m九*九*藏*书*网y eyes search for her.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,

Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

my soul is lost without her.

My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.