Gone – andato via – plecat

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You pick a rose from the garden, its silhouette
You imagine as the dream of your beloved – you had picked it for her
And she gets the message, savors its perfume,
Puts it in a vase with care
A few hours later, the rose droops, only its leaves are still fighting it
– alike is the destiny of the one gone to foreign countries
The rose never picks itself. It’s always a third hand, The one that prophetically
Carries it
The lover receives flowers from anyone and you didn’t know
The garden keeps growing new shoots

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scegli una rosa dal giardino, la sua sagoma
t’immagina come il sogno della tua amata – lo avevi scelto per lei
E il messaggio arriva, assapora il suo profumo,
lo mette in un vaso con cura
Poche ore dopo, la rosa si secca, solo le sue foglie ancora resistono
– Allo…

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