The Cydalise Where are our love?
They are in the grave:
They are happier,
In a more beautiful!
They are almost angels
In the bottom of the blue sky, And sing
the praises of the Mother of God!
O white bride!
O maiden in bloom! Amante
forsaken
That withers pain!
Eternity
deep in your eyes Smiled ... Torches
off the world
Turn yourself in heaven!
© Éric McComber 
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