Isis
Dulcinea
He is not mad
His thought is clearer than the saner man
For in her he saw beauty, overflowing through the tattered clothes
She was his queen
She is a queen
In dreams he wanders the dark, in search of her
He is not mad
His thought is clearer than the saner man
For in her he saw beauty, overflowing through the tattered clothes
She was his queen
She is a queen
In dreams he wanders the dark, in search of her