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When I wake up when the dawn breaks
I curse the time, because so fugáz,
the time has passed and I at her side
would like to stay a little bit longer.
I look at her face sinking the pillow,
wanted to kiss her, but I did not dare
the dream is sweetest at dawn
and wishpering i say so long.
while the day is slowly spent
my anxiety increases to return to her
to love her, one night is not enough
the day is eternal if it is not with her.
Author: Máriocaba.
NY NOV. 1987NOV. 1987.