My child
I am the last poet who is inspired by a star.
My child,
I am the last incurable patient of poetry.
And I love you
/>because you are like me,
romantic.
You are romantic,
loving you is a bit like reliving,
in simplicity,
in unreality
of another age.
You are romantic,
friend of the clouds,
who are looking up there
a bit of sun
like you do.
You are the music
that inspires the soul
you are my corner
of paradise for me.
And I, who next to you
have returned to live ,
I will tell you,
I will entrust
my dreams
because romantic
you are.
You are the music
that inspires the 'soul
you are my corner
of paradise
for me.
You are romantic,
friend of the clouds,
I will tell you,
/>I will entrust
my dreams
because romantic
you are.

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