Asking me to keep a low profile.
Just before he could part away,
Asked me to be a scholar gipsy
With the classical fragrance of own.
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Plucking a fruitThe head strangelyThat of an old manAnd the body differentlyOf an animalWith the hands and fingersBat-like.
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Today’s is a world of rhymers, poetastsers and petty poets,
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She held me by collar to ask it,
Love me or not,O, you will go away,Will you leave me, leave meTo be with another sweetheart?With tears into the eyes of hers, asked she soulfully,O, you will go, go away really,Leaving me all alone,Loving me,Giving heart and taking away?