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It must be september

We used to send words

From one season to another

As if we were birds without a name.

The sky was dark

Your dress was black

You looked so beautiful

I wanted to start from scratch.

It must be september

The weariness of the world on the leaves falling

When all things we meant

Had lost their meaning.

The sky was dark

Like dressed in black

You looked so beautiful

Ths sky was dark, the floor a sea of leaves, you looked so beautiful…

How could we guess at that moment

That this past would pursue us forever.



1- Sugea suge

2- Albo-kalteak

3- Haria

4- Guda

5- Lepokoak

6- Iraila

7- Harra

8- Makuluak

9- FAQ

10- Non bestela

11- Soilik agur

12- Lehortzen

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