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retirement poem

li prevedo
la pioggia finito e l'aria brillante
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
ho entrato nel deserto perch la mia anima athirst
non appenda corona
composto del loveliness da solo
vecchio vino da bere
chi chiamer il vento
lucida l'ultima et, il seguente con speranza visto
venuto prenderlo dalla mano
sopra-avevo preparato l'evento
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
quale desidero rilevare
qui cade nessuna luce

 



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