1. You and I - From A to Z - U
U: Nothing will ulcerate
Our happy future days:
They will not ultimate
In trouble — in no case.
I never understate,
I tell you ev’rything
I feel inside of me
(And I feel like a king).
High winds, they undulate
The ripe corn near our house:
‘Tis my dream that will come
True after I espouse.
1994 – 15.07.98
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