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Again miss you without eyes and your wonderful speech,

And the heart burns and it hurts, you have a soul so torn,

It will be a week of separation, our instantaneous, fleeting,

And wait meekly, so humbly remain.

Oh, dear Christina, stirred my heart forever,

Inside, everything aches constantly, the soul cries out for a blast,

I was fascinated at once, my charming ideal,

To you is desperate to meet a sincere impulse.

And be sure to come to me at night in dreams,

Give pleasure, goodness, inspiration,

And became I have long been close as the eternal spring,