And their faces grew pale
And their sobs were broken
Like snow on pure petals
Or your hands on my kisses
Fell the autumn leaves.
E i loro volti erano pallidi
spezzati come i loro singhiozzi.
Come la neve dai petali puri
o le tue mani sui miei baci
cadevano le foglie autunnali.
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