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Fujisan
I found myself with a lady that begged me To tell her something about the mountain Fujy In exhange for a firer kiss,after caresses. No, I told, no, I am a man, I shall tell you something about Fujy From touch to touch and I'll cry like a baby At the forests'opening. I shall start by caressing your far-off lands With the touch of the sea fog and of thigs, I shall caress, then, in waves all thy shores With sea-gulls flying round hotted breasts, From the shore, we shall cross, spread out Against the evening sky, your dawning waters. Your oven will bake for me, thy one, The wonderer who cares of your fields, Only from here on, my love, Fujisan begins, From here and to the nest of my tears That lights up in the dark Your wondering steps that are never to return
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