Letter from a Poetess to a diamond earring!
I hope I can answer your letter correctly because Paul, I do not write more in Portuguese, so wherever you are aware that became his farewell letter in a english poem.
So long after his memory had come back to me in prose
And you know I do not like prose.
Simply fell into my hands.
Your letter lies.
Appeared not know where. Perhaps to revive his memory long ago buried. Then in my poor lyrics, will now only my answer to your excuses.
Still dwells here some bruises!
I forgotten you completely. But, since you stubbornly returned I must replies to you. That's my poem for you.
Letter from a poet to a diamond earring!
You gave me a Diamond Earing
so Beautiful and Bright
Why get out with the
tall and blonde woman?
Its all right!
And the manager of Hotel
hold me so tight!
Hope you don't mind!
And my diamond earing
shone in your room
not so bright!
Back to the hotel
you claim for my
I put my mask
and said, yes,
just throw up on your face
once it was two diamonds
You have to sleep on the
When the sunlight come
On airport, i was
without one single tear
just going to nowhere
that was our love affair!
How about once was
a diamond earring
But i want to know
all this years passed by and
How did you went to
your chateau? .
Dust was my heart to
the diamond earrings
! once so Bright
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an yes, i burned his passport! ! !
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