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In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
And your form and colour are the way I love them You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips And in your life my infinite dreams live... |
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charcoals on paper |
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In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud
And your form and colour are the way I love them You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips And in your life my infinite dreams live... |
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