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quando ero si è rotto a Londra
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
dal mare scintillante
esistere dello swan
riempio questa tazza
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
come le aquile sul high alto
una storia molto notevole questo è
così perso
ciò è l'arsenale
dal pavimento al soffitto
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada

 



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