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love poem

i giorni malinconici sono venuto
dicami
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
nella terra silenziosa
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
se esso
mai in tutta la mia vita
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
deve andare indietro, ha detto
mi chiedono dove sono stato
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
non dal mondo largo di tutto

 



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