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lost love poem

non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
dal mare scintillante
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
glass-blower di tempo
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
chi è il corridore nei cieli
nel vostro volo
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
era non per quell'odore singolare
fate sentirsi

 



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