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sad love poem

dicami
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
vado il mio senso complacently
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
non rimanga nient'altro
non prego per pace
oscillato nella culla del profondo
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
alcuni giorni piů ventosi
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi

 



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