"Michele!" and he would swoon and fan his face.
"Michele!" I wonder where she is, in what
country she is passing through, gypsy like,
light on her feet, almost dancing, the ballerina.
One night we were here, in the same place,
the photo is proof, that we were smiling and
laughing together,
I basked in her radiant smile and dry humor
(that drove my brother crazy, me, I laugh)
"Michele" when will I see you again,
dear Michele! I miss you so.
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