Noches Pérdidas
Heavy eyes burden what thought denies,
Spirit demands and muscle complies.
Ghosts appear and fade away,
Past mistakes mock and play.
Oh, but what cure is there for a reasonable soul,
That sadness and contrition have surely stole.
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