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An early morning full of
of illusions, the roses bloomed
the roses hung
in my favourite place,
You loved me,
What a passionate love,
but you left, without reason!
without words, you forgot
the colour of my eyes, those!
that were your favourite,
And I! smiling, I say to myself:
when! fell in love
this poor heart
by the side of the road,
You forgot the roses!
when passing by the house,
sad they died
without the peace of oblivion
Why, swearing Love!
embraced at my window
they stood waiting
the colour of my eyes,
those! that were your favourites
the kisses delivered
with their bud of roses
by the side of the road...