I think of you before going to sleep watching the sun
place to the evening
in this land far from home
away from you that you're my home
wherever you are you are my soul you are a field of melancholy
when you are not a field of six
sweet fruits when you're here with me peasant heart
cost me my joy sweat
I love you and I run away in the distance measure of how much I love is planet
each trip away from you're the king I
meta magio you comet ...
I have to turn away to see the whole
I have to pretend that are not there to find out that you are true lady of the hotel this evening
cooked potatoes
how do you roast
a bit 'crunchy outside and soft in the heart
just like you do ...
eating eat just like you like you are a communion and ran away because I can not breathe
too love love love love love ...
word seen from far away makes me feel a penitent pilgrim
half a knight-errant deficient
I love you and I run away in the distance measure of how much I love is planet
each trip away from you're the king I
meta magio you comet
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