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I have forgotten my
youth,
I have let down the
mistresses,
for my tender
half,
for now I know what it is
to love, I have tamed
love, I
have
let down the
buttocks,
to go live with my
princess,
it was my best
gesture,
my heart is a
bird,
it flies so high,
Nothing can make
him fall,
for he is beyond
reach,
except for my sweetheart,
who
knew how to heal this wounded heart and this torn
soul,
by his kindness and
delicacy,
I had a
weakness,
my heart was touched,
and
I took again to love,
me who nevertheless
said,
that I would no longer
be taken there.
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