Mi infancia que fue dulce, serena, sad and alone she slipped into the peace of a

Mi infancia que fue dulce, serena, sad and alone she slipped into the peace of a distant village, between the gentle murmur with which a wave dies and the painful ringing of an old bell. The sea gave me the note of its melancholy, el cielo la serena quietud de su belleza, my mother's kisses a sweet joy and the death of the sun a vague sadness. In the blue morning, al despertar, He felt the song of the waves like a melody and then the dense breath, perfumado del mar, and what he told me still persists in my soul; My father was quiet and my mother was sad and no one knew how to teach me joy.
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Mi infancia que fue dulce
,
serena
,
sad and alone she slipped into the peace of a distant village
,
between the gentle murmur with which a wave dies and the painful ringing of an old bell
.
The sea gave me the note of its melancholy
,
el cielo la serena quietud de su belleza
,
my mother'
;
s kisses a sweet joy and the death of the sun a vague sadness
.
In the blue morning
,
al despertar
,
He felt the song of the waves like a melody and then the dense breath
,
perfumado del mar
,
and what he told me still persists in my soul
;
My father was quiet and my mother was sad and no one knew how to teach me joy
.
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