are on the rocks admiring the sea,
feel the wind blow, I would like to explore this World
,
my mind begins to fantasize, Mariagrazia
the clouds begin to imagine,
She would fly together.
Suddenly my dream begins to cease,
now desperate not to see it attacks me, nothing positive
my mind begins to create, despite
find me near the sea. The
you hear the wind blow stronger,
waves on the rocks we begin to approach,
see my tears fall,
my heart is broken like a crater.
I wonder: where will never be the flower girl,
'll never be surrounded by his love?
of me will be forgotten?
To these questions I can not answer me,
I only know that when she died,
I no longer love me!
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