During the last farewell
I saw you burst in tears
I'd rather burn in hell
Then suffer all these years
I can't forget your face,
Always recall your smile ,
You were my only base,
God of the poor gentile
You were the sun of truth
Reason to live and breath,
Simbol of beaut and youth
Power to win a death
Happiness fade away,
What I'm without you?
Daily I pray you: "stay"
Despite of your "adieu"
Help me, or let me die,
Don't be so wicked and rough,
I beg you say no lie,
Stay, or reply goodbay
I've endured too enough.
During the last farewell...
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