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sad love poem

sono il vento che esita
una penna di acciaio
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
ha una radura, loveliness vento-riparato
stella-polvere e luce vaporous
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
come le aquile sul high alto

 



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