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Слушать(AI)Ditty of First Desire
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart.a heart.
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale.
A nightingale.(Soul,turn oranged colored.
Soul, turn the color of love.)In the vivid morningI wanted to be myself.
A heart.
And at the evenings endI wanted to be my voiceA nightingale.
Soul,turn orange colored.
Soul,turn the color of love.
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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