Agnes Quirante Biography

When Flower is red as heart is red
Fire as warm as and hotter than the sun afar
I felt deep and deep
How red it was
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Do you think of me when you leaved?
When you packed all the joy I had with you for a little time.
Do you think of me?
When you moved away that early morning.
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I want to hug the old flame tight
To burn me bit by bit and lay with ashes
Gray and gay
Merrily watching the old flame soar the evenin’ star
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I Trust my blossoming heart
I understand why I am blue and red around the bushes
Of the earth.
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If you look at the children playing in the sea?
Do you smile or recall a happy moment in your life..
Precious times gone quickly
like the sand that loose entirely from our hand.
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