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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