Around the dark,
Maypole,
we do dance ,
to welcome,
summer nights,
With dusky evenings,
Filled with music and passion,
Untill under stars and moon love grows,
Love brinhging up the suns early rays.
Maypole
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Around the dark,
Maypole,
we do dance ,
to welcome,
summer nights,
With dusky evenings,
Filled with music and passion,
Untill under stars and moon love grows,
Love brinhging up the suns early rays.
The life of the story can only fit into a few words, but what if those words were stories, and then love became poetry.
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