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When I was little: I loved neighbor's daughter:
and: she also liked me
There was a great murmur on the cherries from our love:
we two were still wedged in some branch of the fruit industry:
yes: the wind always combed us in distance:
and the morning crossed out us on the horizon

It was a beautiful time:
hot Grandma's Christmas breads was writing the verse quipus:
on the sledge was sealing wax:
and then: the summer came again:
and  peas and corn burgled into our thoughts:
and the old water pump sparkled with a biting self-confidence:
and: in the watering barrel: the small hand drills were crazy:
from which the mosquitoes were later disembarked:

It would last forever definitely:
if she listened me: and: didn't swallow those little chocolate figures in the whole
One day: shortly after Christmas: she told me - you little shit -
I knew it would come:
then: she already ate too much dark