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Said was all by a singing
With soft and latin tones
My heart bleeding moans
A flower was I plucking ...
With your sweet eyes crying
You,among rebellious wrecks,
Quixotic boat on the decks
Which traveled me with lying ...
Get rid of your ghosts aiming
To keep you away fatally
Bitter my soul continuously
In deep deception sailing
Pseudepigraphed romanzo
Useless now your Doultsinea
-Dreams you made was too rear!-
You just need a Sancho Pancho.
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Καλώς ήλθατε!
Sunday, 20 November 2011
THE SONG OF LA MANCHA
