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sad love poem

non posso ora dirvi
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
malinconia, azzurro era
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
alcuni giorni più ventosi
travails della terra
è ci qualcuno là
andato prima di noi
penso spesso alla città bella
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
stuff della luna
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male

 



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