Ship, tell me the whereabouts of my beloved
The light of day is made opaque by its late
In waiting I find myself and my thoughts vanished
In it I have set the course, but lost I am deep
Oh ship! your destiny is not explicit and you confuse with your murmur
Deliveries crumbs even when it's not your thing
Agobias with your silhouette that can be seen throughout
Cansas but not because of your hurry
The joy of seeing you is fleeting and laughable
Well I know that soon you will show your nice figure
I share with joy and sweetness
The presence of my beloved and noble Maria Luna
A pleasure ... @ willians ...
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