Rolf Armstrong 
Softly February
dies in a blond color. All
to 'the sun, like a rose, the great square
aulisce in bloom. From
newly lit torches, all
to 'the sun, the Trinity
ride on a triple scale
nor the pious serenity. While blooming
The obelisk appears as a pink shaft;
in his veins of granite
glories, through the sky. Ode to
foot of the high level
the murmuring fountain,
to see 'the sun the water into the boat croscianti
spark. In his glory
Our Lady blesses
smiling about the slender column of
the show happy.
grows the sun to the square
spreading a copy of or.
and spend my
beautiful and she is my heart.
Softly February dies in a blond color. All
to 'the sun, like a rose, the great square
aulisce in bloom. From
newly lit torches, all
to 'the sun, the Trinity
ride on a triple scale
nor the pious serenity. While blooming
The obelisk appears as a pink shaft;
in his veins of granite
glories, through the sky. Ode to
foot of the high level
the murmuring fountain,
to see 'the sun the water into the boat croscianti
spark. In his glory
Our Lady blesses
smiling about the slender column of
the show happy.
grows the sun to the square
spreading a copy of or.
and spend my
beautiful and she is my heart.
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