After of you to leave
Of the sphere of my coexistence
I have not had any choice
That live in the solitude
And with the illusion of see you
On my side of the mirror
But my eyes only reach
To look at and to look at
Without see you
In my existence.
If you were here
As mature apple on my trees
So I could look at
With happy eyes
Without weeping
I would not be now
Front the mirror
Without any choice
Looking at my eyes
Wet of weeping
For not having you besides me.
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