Is she a dancer...? In these first blue hours,
Will she perish, just like these wilting flowers...
Before the breathtaking vista you feel,
The burgeoning city's blossoming breath!
It's too beautiful...
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It's too beautiful! It's too beautiful!
But essential for the fishermen and their pirate songs,
And for the last masked souls that still believe,
In evening celebrations on a pure dark sea!
It's too beautiful, She was...
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