Goodbye rivers, goodbye springs, goodbye little rills. Goodbye sight of my eyes, I don’t know when we’ll meet again. Oh my home, my homeland soil where I was raised, little orchard that I love so, little fig trees that I planted… Meadows, rivers, groves …...
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Goodbye rivers, goodbye springs, goodbye little rills. Goodbye sight of my eyes, I don’t know when we’ll meet again. Oh my home, my homeland soil where I was raised, little orchard that I love so, little fig trees that I planted… Meadows, rivers, groves … pine forest moved by the wind, chirping little birds, little house of my joy… Mill in the chestnuts wood, clear night of brilliant moonlight, little chiming bells of the tiny We are Rosalia … CEIP Saco e Arce February 24, 2015
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