"I've lost my soul", she said
and blamed it all on me;
because to kiss the moon and make it cry
is not something meant to be.
It's not that common,
in fact, it's a real spectacle to see
a girl like that one moaning deliriously,
submerged in sweet-wine ecstasy.
So she lost her soul, she says,
and blames it all on me;
may the dreams of her kiss
last me through eternity.
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