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romantic poem

behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
le verità terribili questi sono
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
felicità
lo ho visto una volta prima
lungo le serie
sono una donna

 



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