In the ball of the day
She wanted to be a woman,
She wanted to be loved,
She wanted to be ice
She wanted to be licked,
Amy wild mint.
In the holy grail of the night
Yet it was she, chilly,
She was as talented wings
spite of herself driving to New Year Night
she was so frail in life.
We traveled on the melodies of Amy
two albums for majestic infinity
Frank on Back to Black was played
to ecstasy, until the exile of the body,
until the expiry of words to find death.
It was written just words on the Soul,
purpose of hell in the enclosure Rock'n Roll
down large and mysterious shipwrecks,
Amy wild mint
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