Hand in handmade for a big love as an heart . . . . .
If so slightly! Tu us Tied to your fans I love you At Ivy thy vows The burning desire to fly away!
I love you a hint My thumbs in bloom For your heart strokes!
'A thorn dawn of sorrow' Perle, a rose in bloom, A drop of honey, Streams in the sky, A hint of sweetness.
Fa ! though , fa , though , sing . . .
At the heart of my rose, the best of ourselves, the fruit of our love.
. . . It turned would put to dream d'elle so strong , qu'au early morning while waking up , he discovered has his its sides hat with sa feather d'or . . .
. . . Sorrow won the , he was sad , so sad qu'il themselves bed on the floor , tears flowing on his play , he finishes per s'endormir . . .