This is my island, give me the hand.
You are a happy island and me I will stay there.
Under this sky I won't be alone.
I will stay manonella hand with my island.
We stay to fix the sun we see him/it rise from the sea.
With the eyes that sparkle we look at the sun climb with n smiled that you/he/she was never extinguished. Published by the poetries
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