Lagrima
If only a tear I could be,
To grasp your feelings in a spree,
Your thoughts and fragile pains to feel,
And be your sole melancholy...
A gentle Tear I would have been,
If in your eye I had been born,
Embracing you when you'were alone,
Enjoying every single grief.
And as you close your eyes to sleep,
The pompous end approaches, lo!
My death I will encounter, thus,
As softly as ever in your lips.
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