Act 7

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To be able to close my eyes last

Shadow that I will take the white day,

And you can untie this soul of mine

Hora, to his eagerness flattering;

I like to see you with a shirt

It will leave the memory, where it burned:

Swim tastes my cold water flame

When we are in spring.

His body has fascinated me;

I could never be tired;

To look at it from side to side

Every Saturday