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angel poem

perchè così triste mio bello?
del sole né stelle
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
desolato e solo
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
osservare di là
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
sono vecchio e cieco
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
era non per quell'odore singolare
sole e vento e battimento del mare

 



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