All yours: the longing for a miracle, All the melancholy of April days, All that stretched toward the sky, But don’t demand reason. I will be a girl until my death, Though yours. Darling, on this winter evening Be like a little one with me. Don’t hinder my wonder, Be like a boy in the dreadful mystery, And help me remain A girl, though a wife.
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All yours: the longing for a miracle, All the melancholy of April days, All that stretched toward the sky, But don’t demand reason. I will be a girl until my death, Though yours. Darling, on this winter evening Be like a little one with me.
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