You made me a friend
I asked will you be
my daughter
you said yes
I got a daughter
as well as a friend
the sun rises, hope begins
the earth is born
love blossoms
as a father
I was totally inert
like a hill in a desert
you were a sweet dream
I miss now all
your flavor
the sad sun
in the sky mourns
the lively earth is not there
to smoothen the heat life gives
who can stop the burning
of an isolated heart?
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