We my friend are separated
and we have different lives
and we are not near of ourself
any more, my dear Jeronimus.
I must say I can’t be
what I can unfold and to my desire
the name of silence is more
than one single piece of time
beloved in your house.
II miss you so much and now
I know is going to be an absence,
yours, that will hit me up.
I love all what we have lived
and units now I can reach
the meaning of left you down.
I love you dear Jeronimus.

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