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Those Italian blue eyes pierced me,
As he was drinking the juice of my mouth;
Whispering that we were made for each other;
Yet, suddenly, out of the blue, one day,
I knew it was over.
In the village of his birth,
There was a wedding with food, wine and tarantula.
It was his wedding with his an uncouth girl.
I really was mad since we were together for many years.
I ran outside.
We were together and now we were none.
I ran and ran to kill myself.
Then I saw a tall tree reaching to the moon.
A thought struck me like a thunderbolt.
I could never die as long as there were a tree.
The big, blue moon looking down to me.
I sat under the tree and dazed at the moon.
If I were the moon,
I knew where I would fall down.
The sound of…
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