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short love poem

di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
babylon -- dove vado sognare
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
in possa
amilo in fine, o se non
uomo freddo severo
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento

 



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