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sad death poem

scuro-eyed
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
che cosa era esso i motori detti
se esso
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
scattando in su, cadendo
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
sono il vento che esita
quando ho rinviato al tramonto

 



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