à minha Lou Salomé
It’s the beginning of december
Time when the flowers bloom
But there’s a little flower
That will bloom in other fields
Fields full of colours
Empty of love by me
In my tender age I feel as one
And she feels as the whole world
Oh, God, leave her a kiss of mine
Leave her a kiss of mine
On her sweet cheek
On her marvelous mouth
Wonderful summer butterfly
That passed by me and didn’t say goodbye
Found a shelter for the winter
So far away from my view
Found a shelter for her heart
In another heart, not mine
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