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For Sharon

Above your head the sun throbs Through March mists with the first touches of spring Garnering the light for another miracle So new et..

What's music, if to profit your charm To compose romances for you Setting my heel upon the throat Of my own songs, listen I don't do ..

The air around your body sleeps And I smell your loveliness from here Beside you, with the rain gently falling outside Somewhere soli..

They do not come as water in my eyes These tears, that scar my belonging to vitality I've sought to call upon the stars That lie in piec..

Roses are blind, the opening red Beneath a morality-sun The silence of roses enters my eyes The ineffable taking root Do roses sleep, ..

At least let me now deceive myself With grand illusions, with the cynicism of realism So as not to cheat myself of an empty life Or too ..

Something they said beside me Made me listen to the life lesson And I saw that lovely body of spring Approach, without making hardly a s..

There is a place where the town ends That is a moment where my heart leaps It is the place where the fields begin And it is the time when..

Much as I own, I owe Much as I love, I have taken Some strange equality is my to and fro For haste and other means to live To will and cha..