July sounds fear,
reminds me of loss,
a father, a melody full of tears,
two guiding hands, all gone.

A one kind daugther`s love,
a concert of fame,
a real loving mother,
good talented friends.

July sounds silent,
and again I`ll dare
to sing, to love, God,
I hope I`ll care.

La Finita

Laa Finita

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