seguirillas My dance I will devote the lovesick
largest
to do as they kiss the flowers, I
being a weed
from his sorrow.
*** You are sun and moon I'm
and although we are both from the sky,
are you made of ice while I
candy. ***
What
eyes shut much it hurts me to see
embraced
cooing doves of his will
***
From your source and do not drink, because
should be ashamed!
one day I say "see"
and then you miss me hard.
*** What comes to gouge my eyes
the stray field crow;
that I can not see you with another
and heart what I have departed. ***
For the roses that I cut back
ay! to mourn
and lemons that I
dry rather than coming out. ***
I'm going to draw a house Pa
stay there to live
to enjoy Oh my fantasy
Before dying ...
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