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sad love poem

dio
buona donna
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
alti pareti ed enorme
in settembre
questi sono
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
scattando in su, cadendo
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
nel porto di nuovo York
all'interno della mia mano tengo
un pensiero dolce solenne
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire

 



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