Cova fire under the ashes of our truth.
Truth wrenching.
Torment newspaper, which gives no respite. Sleepless
is our mind,
as our eyes get lost lost in the folds of the lie.
A bitter smile appeared on his face when
eyes fill with tears.
Amara and distressing is the defeat. Meanwhile
smoldering fire of our truth.
Give it time,
alimentiamolo with new vigor,
let's not leave it unattended, and it
give it strength, one day, overwhelmingly blaze.
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