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By blue summer night I will go in pecked paths through the corn fields, tread the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gipsy, Through Nature - as happy with a woman.

By blue summer night I will go in pecked paths through the corn fields, tread the short grass : In a dream I shall feel its coolness on my feet. I let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I shall think about nothing: But endless love will mount in my soul, and I will go far, very far, like a gipsy, Through Nature - as happy with a woman.

tristesse

Eng Farewell Sadness Hello Sadness You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling You are inscribed in the eyes that I love You are not poverty absolutely Since the poorest of lips denounce you Ah with.