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nella sfera
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
ombre alate che scopano vicino
mai in tutta la mia vita
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
eliminazione, lottante vainly
fiori dei bambini
morbido come la base nella terra
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittŕ
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
figlie di tempo

 



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