There, apart from roses and flowers
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the idyll began
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furon and kisses,
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caresses bold
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then the madness of passion.
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"T'amo," she whispers
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and a kiss ardent makes tremar.
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And his sweet love
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ognor whispers thus:
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"Amami! Baciami with passion!
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Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!
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Coglimi! My life is like a flower:
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soon blooms and dies soon.
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E'sol for you my heart!"
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But it was a sad day
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and their love ended
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as a rose
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killed by frost
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its beauty sfiorA¡þ soon.
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Crowds in the garden of roses
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strugge is vain in his dolor.
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Piange and how allor
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sings to lost love.
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"Amami! Baciami with passion!
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Prendimi! Stringimi with ardor!
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Coglimi! My life is like a flower:
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soon blooms and dies soon.
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E'sol for you my heart!"
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Tango Delle Rose (Tango Of Roses)
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| Connie Francis |
