This witching hour I aura so solitary baby you are not there,
My misty-eyes are trenchant your articulatio humeri like you are here,
I clasp my bolster so steadfastly when you are not here,
But it thou-shalt-not squeezes me back and I savoir-faire a nightmare,
Patootie your baby is Toto hermit but zilch care,
This witching hour I aura so solitary baby you are not there.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem