We should leave this place
before the storm comes
and the garden is being
wounded by the thunders.
Let me walk with you,
are you all that you promised?
Summer will be end soon,
will you stay with me
when the night is darker
and the days are shorter?
Look how the birds can fly
making circles in the sky
and they gather on the treetops.
Trust me, believe me,
which is not such a contradiction.
And if you wish I'll bring you flowers
every morning,
and words of love written with ink on a piece of paper.
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