The teeming mirrors of your days
I do not see the azure flowers berries
That free song winds
As a fringe completed my age
At your age
Dances efflorescentes mordorées sounds
Cantilènes voice
I have of you than you self
My mirrors break your agreed trails
As a loneliness sometimes leads
Between us gathered
Thy love is really about the regardantes-free
These shares beribboned night
From May to the ennobled months following
Until new Miss i ons pursued seasons
Circonvoulue for future
Between us loving