The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all
day, she sings to my dreams all night.
My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at
each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and
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''.. I change my dress for her night / after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside / inns when the day dawns.'' ''.. Cambio vestito per lei notte / dopo notte, lasciando lo sbrindellato fardello del vecchio nelle locande / lungo la strada quando il giorno albeggia.