PRINCESS DELA BOTE
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I loved you once and still I do,
but I have done a great mistake;
your scents have gone as well's the dew,
I was now like a swanless lake.
Each sip of wine's a memory,
I couldn't help but cry;
each bitter sting that rule my tongue,
I'm always asking "why?".
My Princess, oh, where is your Prince?
here he is, sad and alone;
if only I have all the means,
the distance should have not been born.
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