We were young, without knowing about love,
nor of the kiss, nor of the caress in ardor.
We parted on crossed paths,
each of us followed his own isolated path.
He, in love, did not find his fortune,
after comings and goings, he was untimely.
Our past lies in the distance,
memories of a sweet fragrance.
Time passed, life transformed,
different paths separated us.
Perhaps one day in the final twilight,
our destinies will shine again.
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