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THE NIGHT NOT WANT TO COME
The night did not want to come,
because you do not come and I can not go.
But I will go, although a sun scorpions eat me head.
But you will come, with his tongue burned by the salt rain.
The day will not come,
because you do not come and I can not go.
But I will go, leading to the toads my bitten carnation.
But you will come, in the dark sewers of darkness.
Neither night nor day will not come,
because I die for you and you for me.
(Federico Garcia Lorca)
