A Friend With A Dream.

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I dreamed of your joy,
with a view to by no means fade,
and I noticed you strolling the white seashores
white seashores of memory,
dancing the countless rhythm
of the celebration this is life,
tasting the elderly rum
with the pals of the nights
with out cease or hatred.

I noticed you on the table
of the nice and cozy cuisine shared
using away loneliness
and continually announcing
the coolest news,
and guffawing among hugs and tears
for the enterprise of flowers,
and I dreamed the dream
of your permanence,
now no longer of your departure.