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lost love poem

i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
ho detto
non eravamo molti
amavo una donna
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato

 



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