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All Told
All told!
Each day, I say,
Socially dormant, I may
Never flagrant, rather
Concealed, in essence
Quite quiescent per se
Until she appeared, as
An alcoholic version of aquapanela
Fragrant she is, isn't she?
La bruja from the sea
Can be. Can be.
The peaks of the summits
To be reached
Alpenglow in her eyes - divine
Will shine!
Oh, will shine,
Down to the coastline,
This girl
As round as a little pearl
Polished and clean
In my eye just a little swirl
Consulting her star
Oh, yeah!
Alone she is in her boudoir
Where I ascent
With her consent,
To touch her lips
Up and down
Could not help but
Place the crown!
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