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è andato
alla mezzanotte
che cosa noi ora farà
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
chi chiamerà il vento
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
ho detto
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
al lato di un campo raso

 



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