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Testo Apollinaire
Testo Apollinaire
The sky is as blue
And as black as ink
My eyes drown in it and sink
And I see far away cathedral
And I shall never forget this journey
When non of us said a word
And when I was a little child
My mother wrapped me in blue and white Oh holy virgin
Do you love me still ?
I don't believe in heaven or in hell
I don't believe je ne crois pas
Her hair is gold it is so bright
And like a lasting flash of light
Or like the flames which slow parade
And laugh at me and go on laugh
There are so many things in here
I do not dare to tell you
I write to you beneath this tent while
Summer day becomes a shape of startling
Magnificent and flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And as black as ink
My eyes drown in it and sink
And I see far away cathedral
And I shall never forget this journey
When non of us said a word
And when I was a little child
My mother wrapped me in blue and white Oh holy virgin
Do you love me still ?
I don't believe in heaven or in hell
I don't believe je ne crois pas
Her hair is gold it is so bright
And like a lasting flash of light
Or like the flames which slow parade
And laugh at me and go on laugh
There are so many things in here
I do not dare to tell you
I write to you beneath this tent while
Summer day becomes a shape of startling
Magnificent and flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
And flowers of the cannonade
They stud the pale blue firmament
Before existing fade
I'm leaving at eigh twenty eight
So raise the blind and see her dress
Her dress as black as nails
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