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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests.
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.
(Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.
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