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Why do I love you dreamy woman
curling around me like smoke, like a grape-vine around my the chest, around my temples, always young, always waving? Why do I love you, fragile woman a blade of grass that cut in two the summery moon, throwing it into the water, separated from itself, like lovers after hug? ... Why do I love you, melancholy eyes, brown sun sunrising over my shoulder, dragging after a sky full of spices with thin clouds without shadow? Why do I love you, unforgettable hour, that instead of sounds rushes around my heart a herd of young horses with rebel ridges? Why do i love you, love, swirl-seasons coloring the sky (always another, always close) like a leaf falling. Like a frosted breath.
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