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It's True

Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!

 

For love of you, the air, it hurts,

and my heart,

and my hat, they hurt me.

 

Who would buy it from me,

this ribbon I am holding,

and this sadness of cotton,

white, for making hankerchiefs with?

 

Ay, the pain it costs me

to love you as I love you!

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Federico García Lorca
1898-1936 / Spanish
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