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True love is like a steaming iron

Ferro da Stiro

Col ferro da stiro

In mano

Con una camicia


Mi sussurrava,

“Abbi coraggio,

Sii forte!”

Il buio circondava

Il silenzio

Sotto la lampadina dondolante

Sul letto bianco

Il lamento

Senza parole

Mi tendeva

la mano

Per compagnia


Steaming Iron

With a steam iron

In her hand

Wearing a white


She whispered,

“Have courage,

Be Strong!”

The dark surrounded

The silence

Under the dangling light bulb

On the white bed

A lament

Without words

Stretched her hand

And kept me


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