Last Lover Şiiri - Yorumlar

Ayse Mentes Purcell
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When my youth age passing with your longing,
O my lover , in spite of that, I am not hopeless!.
When white falls on your light brown hair,
I will be the one your last lover in your arms.
O now, blowing the love wind in the one’s head!
Even if you pass from my ways every day in languid,
You are mine that day when you have been totally abandoned.

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