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My forehead hidden on your knees
I sobbed all my sorrow,
It was dark around us,
And the evening smelled of verbena.
My heart beat with sad blows,
Understanding his vain tenderness;
With my forehead hidden on your knees,
I sobbed all my pain.
You spoke very words to me s sweet,
But I barely heard them...
I relived the distant hour
When I had crazy dreams,
My forehead hidden on your knees.
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