TODAY is the birthday of my sister, I have
nothing to give, nothing. I have nothing, sister.
Everything I own I always away.
to my soul Sometimes I feel distant.
Poor as a yellow leaf of autumn
and singer as a trickle of a garden:
pains, you know how I fall all the way
as all the dead leaves fall.
My joys never know, sister, and my pain is
that, I can not give you the:
like birds came to perch in my life,
a harsh word would make them fly.
I think that they too will one day, I will be alone
as never was.
You know, sister, solitude
brings me to the end of the earth like the wind to the clouds!
But why is this thought sad!
to you unless no one should grieve my voice!
After all none of this I say there ...
not go to tell my mother, my God!
You do not know how you tacking lies,
and one says to them, and they speak for you.
think I have the whole soul full of laughter,
and do not cheat, sister, I swear.
Congratulations! I love you.
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