Lost Somewhere
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With a picture in my hand,
I am looking for a youth,
insane in love,
deaf and dumb,
lost somewhere,
in a fairy's garden,
while running madly,
on a narrow pavement,
with rows of roses,
each sides of the pavement,
where wind, too, is insane,
where flowers are excited
and dance wildly,
where birds are singing,
on the wind's guitar,
making colors ecstatic,
and aroma anesthetic,
tragedy with the youth
he is not a blind,
can watch and feel
and love beauty.
Last time he was seen,
while kissing a rose.
If anyone gets
the victim of love,
please, bring back him,
to his sweet beloved,
sitting close to a fountain,
with tears in her eyes,
and regrets in her heart.
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