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Слушать(AI)The Song of the Barren Orange Tree
Woodcutter.
Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the tormentof being without fruit.
Why was I born among mirrors?
Day goes round and round me.
The night copies mein all its stars.
I want to live without my reflection.
And then let me dreamthat ants and thistledownare my leaves and my parrots.
Federico Garcia Lorca
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936), known as Federico García Lorca, was a Spanish poet, playwrigh
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