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the moon


I turn to the window frame
looking  my gaze beyond the horizon,
the afternoon it gets even more beautiful.
today sky so beautiful

Sip a graceful melody of the source
Where the birds bathe and drink it,
Then they sing and fly happily.
 
The afternoon allowed to be possessed by the night
And my heart beats for him
It's pure miss that hurt me as a whip.
 
the moon spy behind the hill
Like a sentry cupid,
Even seemingly happy smile.
 
I hear a song in a voice of gentleman
My heart thrilled me trembling,
It's my love singing under my window.
 
The moon light our graces catwalk
In an act of magic in looks solemnly
And I in  love, I fall into the arms of my dear duncan
 and spring , my love, I bring this rose to give him
When winter comes
I want to be with you,Can autumn back
I want to be with you
why and spring i love you my love


OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO

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