| Napisal/a Sinatra, v ponedeljek, 25. maj 09 |
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Jacquline is
my sweet mistake and I
always love
her true,
but she runs
away through the streets
and screams;
»Darling, I love you too«.
My Jacq puts
on a carneval
In my ten
times ten large room,
And she smiles
as an orphan child,
As we gaze at
her naked truth.
Jacquline
comes to town in spring
When violets
rage in growth,
But then she
quickly disappears
As her wildest
winds whithdraw.
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