Bring in the mignonettes fragrant spires, the last red asters on the table lay, and let again us speak of loves desires, like once in May. Give me your hand in furtive, sweet advances - if people see it, mind not what they say: Give me just one of your delighting glances, like once in May. Today the graves are full of lights and flowers, one day a year the dead shall hold their sway: Spend on my heart again those lovely hours, like once in May. https://youtube/watch?v=ICR5uVAx5yg
Posted on: Sat, 29 Nov 2014 04:06:33 +0000
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