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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 crossed out: talk spoke to me with the voice of a town you spoke to me with the voice of a crossed out: little town village ^you spoke to me.

Without evercrossed out: going out leaving you I'd stay crossed out: with you you said- my whole life through inside a house, like a cherry tree which in our orchard stays, content.