Giuseppe Belli Gioachino. (№ 278595)

As I fed, clothed and shod,
All think is a happy wife,
And I duck at least throw out the window
There is no strength to endure. Roar every minute.
From all good like
Another another music is heard,
The fact that the pipes are two and not one,
Not so easy to explain to someone.
His tricks he, plague,
Plagued me forever. So really
Not better than death? Yes, I'm going to go crazy, Kuma!
To tell you how the night it behaves?
Came up to I in this case
He was allowed through the back door.