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"He let the gold dust in its path. "
The moon came into the forge
In his starched petticoat nard.
The child watches watches.
The child is there watching. And
concussed in the air The moon
both arms outstretched
Discovered lewd and pure
her breasts hard metal.
Moon Moon Moon going into. For if
arose gypsies
With your heart be forged
Necklaces and silver rings.
Let the child I want to dance. And when will
gypsies
On the anvil they find you
Your little eyes are closed.
Moon Moon Moon going into
These are horses that I hear.
Let the child you will offend
This white starched. But
trot the horse ran
Bat plain as drum.
At the bottom of the forge is the child
And her blue eyes are closed now. From
olive grove emerging
Copper and thinking: the Gypsies.
head lifting and carrying up
Their eyes are half closed.
Comme elle chante la chouette-effraie !
Oh! As she sings on the fence!
In heaven the moon rising
Who holds a hand of a child.
And in the forge the gypsies
Shed tears and cried.
But the sky covers and sailing
The sky was covered with a veil.
(Federico García Lorca, Gypsy Ballads )
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