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old wall of the suburb,
Your shadow was my companion.
Of my childhood without splendor
The friend was your honeysuckle.
When shaking my love first
I next to you, pure and happy,
This is how I sang my first confession.
Honeysuckles in bloom that saw me born
And on the old wall they surprised my love,
Your humble caress is like affection
First and dear that I feel for him.
Flowering honeysuckles that climb
It is your tenacious and sweet hug like that...
If every year your flowers are reborn,
Make my first love not die...
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