To each his Dulcinea
That he alone can name
To each a secret hiding place
Where he can find the haunting face
To light his secret flame
For with his Dulcinea
Beside him so to stand
A man can do quite anything
Outfly the bird upon the wing
Hold moonlight in his hand
Yet if you build your life on dreams
It's prudent to recall
A man with moonlight in his hand
Has nothing there at all
There is no Dulcinea
She's made of flame and air
And yet how lovely life would seem
If every man could live a dream
To keep him from despair
To each his Dulcinea
Though she's only flame and air

INVIA LE CORREZIONI