Maria Carlota Prat Bertuzzi |
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| Eyes as dream in your sweet morning rosiness like an Angel child You came such a soft flower awaking our joy into hearths. Lucky days of tenderness never loaded on eyelids burdens of tiredness when arousing from your sleep did claim aliment and sweetness ... At the earth's boundaries our love went back to a farer long land may birds' songs and winter roses protect your awaking and dreams until we'll see you again and find paths already in flowers of childhood's days upraising. Then from your lips you'll just smile a light on your fine face will shine fine, like a garden in springtime. |
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