O Fortuna
O Fortuna.
Riding out through the town. The veil of the bride flaps in the wind.
This freedom, this amazing freedom
denialed, offinsive
O Fortuna.
The lovers heart is going to bunst. Show some mercy.
This happiness, this happiness of love
denailed, judged to die
O Fortuna.
Dancing all joy. The change of this epoch.
This changeability, this divinity of changeability
touch them O Furtuna touch them
Poetry by Crys
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Written on 2007-12-05 at 13:21
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