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MY TEARS - Fredy Jaofera

Azo vakiana?


My eyes are wet : I often cry
increasingly and with sigh ;
the fish has got very bitter
because I own a bad river.

I don't know what to do,
everywhere thunders, too ;
I wonder why it is mine
for my sun doesn't shine.

I don't find what to say,
I shed in tears every day ;
my goal and all my hope
are broken like the rope.

Let me go and weep again :
it curses and rather vain ;
it's only a dream, my frieend,
to be willing without end.