when I took her to the river.

has made me more discreet.

Without silver light on their foliage

like spikes of hyacinth.

she too off her dress.

I took her away from the river.

half full of cold.

Smeared with sand and kisses

but I did not fall in love

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sounded in my ears

barked very far from the river.

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the reeds and the hawthorne

like a piece of silk

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but she already had a husband.

shine with such brilliance.

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Her thighs slipped away from me

and almost as if I was obliged to.

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she told me she was a maiden

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the trees had grown larger

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underneath her cluster of hair

the things she said to me.

The lanterns went out

on the best of roads

like startled fish,

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Nor nard nor mother-o』-pearl

mounted on a nacre mare

I gave her a large sewing basket,

without bridle stirrups.

I, my belt with the revolver,

and a horizon of dogs

rent by ten knives.

So I took her to the river

battled with the air.

believing she was a maiden,