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River of Sorrow

In my nocturnal voice a river rises
That is not called Tagus or Mondego
That does not lake boatman or ship
That does not run through the grove
 
It is a river all made up of yearning
Where no star rests
Without reflecting the city lights
My fate will pour into the quay
 
It is a river that carries all the sorrow
From the heart that departs and says goodbye
A river of so much pain and so much water
And I who take it to the sea I die of thirst