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THE KISS
She came to me last night, and dawn was not clear. She came and she was afraid that someone might see. His father was afraid, secretly had come. On the night she fled, to come and sleep with you. She came in fear, that his father had known. His house had left, to come and sleep with you. She came. I kissed her, and it was sweet kiss her. The dawn was clear and I kissed that her soft mouth.
(Angelo Branduardi)
