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Ogni tanto compare The fool on the hill,
il matto sulla collina che c’è in ogni zona
d’ombra con le radici convulse.
Se ne sta in superficie e inventa leggero
storie spassose. A volte gli piomba per
caso il sole dorato sul cranio, quando le
fronde si diradano. Il matto si spaventa.
Allora emette un urlo e le fate dai piedi
accartocciati gli legano la pioggia
ai piedi e wavy wavy lo portano via.
Every so often The fool on the hill
appears, the madman who resides in areas
immersed in the shadows of trees with
sprawling, knotted roots. He lives in a
twilight world and invents amusing, light-
hearted stories. Sometimes, when the leaves
are sparse on the trees and the warm,
golden sun suddenly bears down upon his
head, the madman becomes alarmed and
afraid, and cries out. Hearing his cries,
the fairies with the curled up feet bind
the rain to his feet and with a Wavy
flutter of their wings, carry him away.
