so i took o the river

believing she was a maiden,

but she already had a husband.

it . james night

and almost as if i o.

tes out

and ts lighted up.

in t street coers

i toucs

and to me suddenly

like spikes of h.

tarcticoat

sounded in my ears

like a piece of silk

rent by ten knives.

it silver ligheir foliage

trees had grown larger

and a horizon of dogs

barked very far from the river.

past the blackberries,

thoe

undeeater of hair

i made a h

i took off my tie,

soo off her dress.

i, my belt he revolver,

she, her four bodices.

nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl

have skin so fine,

nor does glass h silver

sh such brilliance.

highs slipped away from me

like startled fish,

half full of fire,

half full of cold.

t night i ran

on t of roads

mounted on a nacre mare

bridle stirrups.

as a man, i repeat

to me.

t of understanding

.

smeared h sand and kisses

i took he river.

the lilies

battled he air.

i be i am,

like a proper gypsy.

i gave ,

of strain,

but i did not fall in love

for although she had a husband

sold me she was a maiden

he river.