always therefore

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[Always], it is too late, or it's too early
just to be loved, exactly as you love…
time never seems enough to offer you
the opportunity of meeting one who could
unfrenglishlytheworld where you have caught.

[Therefore], you win by losing your mind
mixing the pain and joy until remains
nothing you've got, just irritating thoughts,
to the forgetfulness to give... — the love,
one which let you never to forget of me

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