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sua parola.

I would promise you
all the sweet green grass
in the world
on which to lay your sweet head
if you would follow me
in the shadow of the sun
 and I would lift you up
for all the world to see
your beautiful white skin
& perched as on the glacier's edge
on the edge of time itself
at the end of the world
 cast on the breeze
implored
to sing
your song once more.