As a spring ran the man
No noise but silent noise
In all the streets
Went he
In all directions:
Where the man ran
In the small Sicilian village on hill-top
No door opened, nor window
Too deep all asleep
But the man he ran
Under the stars' light
He ran
He ran
He ran.
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