foreigner

In the language of your slurred
I write farewell poems,
But the pleasant delusion
I ask your attention:
a friend of mine, until uvyanu,
Separated feeling destroy,
Worship will not stop
You, my friend, one you.
On alien traits regardless,
I believe only in my heart,
As before I believed him,
His passions without realizing.

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