AH! MY DEAR...
With her silver dress followed
every step he reaches, lying on the grass,
this holy light,
watering my love in thin trade.
Deserts if touched by your fires,
reborn beauties overflowing.
The flowers become more blooming,
and fine fragrance invades our dreams, beautiful...
Seeing that pretty without pair
seeing the clarity and performed a dream,
so profound desire to love you,
a world composed peaceful, I propose...
Your face reflected on fine silver
under the moon into magical splendor.
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