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Some blue and flowered morning
we shall sweetly go, hand in hand

to listen to the stories the brook whispers
before the amazement of the bare stones . . .

We shall say, love, just one word:
our eyes will speak in their language of magic,

and the curious breeze will arrive quite still
without breaking the spell of the enchanted tour . . .

Afterwards . . . like a bunch of beautiful new grapes
cut from the grapevine by inexpert hands-

I will leave in your mouth with some fear
the ignored flavor of my first kisses . . .
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