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life poem

i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
dal mare scintillante
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
sto cantando voi
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
moonlight profondo e tenero
dai prati ricchi con cereale
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano

 



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