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Come in un orticello In an Orchard, Content

No single day goes by that I do not see or hear you, like the murmuring waters of a brook that sparkles in the sunlight crossed out: under the fondling wind. and the fondling of the wind.

Still and evermore I think of when you spoke to me with the voice of a a town

Without ever having you I'd stay you said- my whole life through inside a house, like a cherry tree which in our orchard stays, content