L'arte di amare

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Astonish her beauty from above , thrown on her knees , her angels-like , God-made face

I raise her body , as a knight raises his sword to fight for the love of his majesty

My hand tightly around her sweaty neck is her most lovely jewelry

Whisper her deeply-voiced , deep-minded poetry of a never ending romance story

A fallen angel , fell straight into my golden cage , tied up and yet she never felt so free

Cause that's what she always wanted secretly , the thoughts of sins and acts of purity

Make her soul bloom through my hidden rosary , so classy and holy , as an white peony

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