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l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
amilo in fine, o se non
ad alcuno i dii grassi
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
gli archi del ponticello rosso
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine

 



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