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Ditty of First Desire

In the green morning

I wanted to be a heart.

A heart.

And in the ripe evening

I wanted to be a nightingale.

A nightingale.

Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.

In the vivid morning

I wanted to be myself.

A heart.

And at the evening's end

I wanted to be my voice.

A nightingale.

Soul,

turn orange-colored.

Soul,

turn the color of love.

Federico Garcia Lorca

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