I was very impressed by this beautiful poem, so I recorded:
Where did the green sandals go?
I am not material for motherhood,
I have a thousand knots in my heart,
So I walked away in green sandals.
One night a man stood in the olive grove,
He killed the viper,
Press me again,
only that night,
And tore my crony.
I continue to wear green sandals,
But I can't leave that mountain.
O Italy,
That dark and still night,
where are you taking me?
He has cattle and sharp knives,
and somewhere on earth,
have a wife.
He raised my face,
separate me across,
Plant something close to love in between.
I thought to myself there was nothing left,
But then you came,
A whole new joy.
forgive me,
I'm not ready,
When I had poor Lucy,
That is you.
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