Trilogia I: To Livadi pou dakryzei
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in a shady and damp place.
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Every blade of grass held
little drops of dew...

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that fell every so often
on the soft earth.

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''This meadow, '' said the old man,
''is the source of the river. ''

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You reached out and touched
the wet grass...

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and when you raised your hand
a few drops rolled down...

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and fell on the earth
like tears...

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My Yorgis!
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My Yorgis!
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My boy!
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My sweet boy!
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Get up, my Yorgis!
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Get up, my Yorgis!

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