the sun setting or rising sun,
The moon or the moon is born to die.
long time, all my life, I hope to see emerge from the mists monotonous
inextinguishable light, fair as the flame prodigy;
Now that I've seen you suffer, as well as those
has not been for me less bright, less ephemeral
or less inaccessible to the sun and moon alternate.
More I know what I mean if you compare them,
Because there is brilliant, ephemeral and inaccessible
Your memory, like two stars,
enough to illuminate, you away, all the fog that surrounds me.
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