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do what I do and I need her hands
/as I needed to train swaying up to my grandmother
if I not went with the slow train to do three hours and more
that was not like a holiday./
and I love her.
I told her this many times
I don’t know why.
/and I look through the window of the second-class compartment
beyond all fields
people in their carts,
barriers
sun in the sky
DRAGAICA and taste of gingerbread/
I want her so much
is a good woman.
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