It was the night when I stayed there.
I do remember that.
We watched a film, had some fresh air,
And still it wasn't late.
It was the dream of all my life.
My one and only love.
She said that she would be my wife.
And I just had a cough.
And then there was the sweetest thing
That I have ever had.
It was like Frank Sinatra's swing.
I thought, 'I'm going mad'.
Oh my poor childish poem, friend.
Oh no, oh no, oh no.
I am your feeling of the end.
I see, I hear, I know.
The night
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