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wedding poem

l'alba era verde mela
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
uno con voi
siete chiari
nella sfera
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla piĂą in anticipo
dal mare scintillante
era una bellezza nei giorni
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
conosco che cosa state andando dire
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce

 



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