Tears have fallen on this page
For you-
Because I don't think
I'll be able to keep
You-
Little bottles of wine
Shatter along the street-
Her hands running
Against my skin
Like the wind-
Hairs on my arm
Stand up-
Chill naive delinquent
Burn the incense again
Carry these praises to heaven
When she passes by
Out of the blue
Don't cry
For it happened
& A man-a-go Happier
& A man-a-go Luckier
Than a man who
Had never had her
Before-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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