By Your blue,
By Your white,
On a canvas whence You me writes,
me can only ride,
Down the road, the Sunny bright,
And seeing feeling watching
With glee,
me by Your paints gets brushed smooth,
me rides the ups
And the downs
Of valleys,
Hills,
As me rides the circles of the little town...
The parks,
The fountains of joys,
The shops with glasses catching Your glitter, O boy!
And seeing feeling smelling You
With glee,
By Your blue and white
Such a satiety...
me rides...
Down the road, the Sunny bright...
As if there she You have made to spread
As if she there You such a beauty for my eyes made...
By Your blue
By Your white,
On a canvas whence You me writes,
me can only ride,
Down the road, the sunny bright...
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