youness
on October 7, 2020
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O young men! our joy,
You don't know her,
To see, like a glowing button,
Spring that dawns.
When the sun, very young, is golden
The rainy roofs yesterday,
A dawn of youth again
Laughs in the hearts of the old.
He revives, through the window
That we hurry to open,
From the thrill of what will be born
What will die;
Him, by whom so many flowers bloomed
Will enchant the purple,
It evokes old roses
To our withered foreheads,
And, when the gold of his glory abounds,
To the mirrors we run away from
Makes us blonde hair
With its rays.
He is chasing the mists for us!
In the winter white with icicles
You mix with the coughs of our colds
Sounds of songs;
Whether it's windy or snowing, it doesn't matter!
Without truce, in your young hearts,
Soft and strong ardor triumph
Victorious July;
You know, igneous lips,
The kisses never ended,
Even when the flowers are withered
And empty the nests.
To those who sleep in winter
April must be back
So that in them opens, vermilion flower,
The love of love.
But, then, the sweetness is such
To be so rare, we feel it
So divine to be mortal
Almost reborn,
That our deluded soul
Would not want to change to
Your summer all year round
Our springs for a day!
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