The cups to
collide,
the party
roars,
the throats
burn in ethyl
minds are
full of mists,
euphoria
arrived.
I cry the
melody,
but the
chorus is over.
Black!
It's all I
see,
They called
it loneliness.
The
sidewalk echoes,
takes steps
downcast.
From the
midst of the shadow
dawn grows
the sun is
reborn
and you, love?
Jorge d'Alte
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