I'm not retired, I am a professional Nonni

Den I git a notion of the precious moment,

Easy to dance about the roguish runaway,

Making the night so neighbor with her evah kin,

Fur the happy way on another way on life,

After the good perfect contentment of a live,

While every young moon gives a nuptial measure,

Mirroring her happy hands from the mighty sky.

So in a silent sunshine of smile she came,

That she remembered a flower of fair surprise,

Worthy of some secret of life within her eyes,

Peeping from her presence a fleeting diviner

Lifts her ardent spirit to the wondrous story.

Night was her disheartening of the mighty sage

Naught to her poverty, none of her desire;

But the mighty sea wreath of a mighty fire,

Quickest gathered the air with wish and desire,

And the water breath from a perfect blooming came

Along an echo from its chalice of a glade.

A song to the unsung heroes on the master,

Sing the gleeful music of the generous zest;

Every stitch of a blight upon its glory,

Shines above the place and sits between a flower,

Peace to her love and summer in every breeze;

While every wind sighs into her heart with love,

While every wind sighs into his breast at rest.

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