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Mimì
Yes. They call me Mimì,
but my name is Lucia.
My story is short.
On canvas or silk
embroidery at home and outside ...
/>I am calm and happy
and it is my pastime
to grow lilies and roses.
I like those things
that have such sweet enchantment,
that speak of love, of springs,
which speak of dreams and chimeras,
those things called poetry...
Do you understand me?
Rodolfo
They call me Mimì,
I don't know why.
Alone, I make
lunch myself.
I don't always go to mass,
but I pray to the Lord a lot .
I live alone, alone
there in a white bedroom:
I look over the roofs and into the sky;
but when the thaw comes
the first sun is mine< br/>the first kiss of April is mine!
the first sun is mine!
A rose sprouts in a vase...
Leaf by leaf la spiol
The scent of a flower is so gentle!
But the flowers I make, alas!
The flowers I make, alas!
They have no smell.
Nothing else than me I could tell you.
I'm your neighbor who comes
outside hours to bother you.