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autumn poem

i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
la festivitŕ reale č stata fatta
esistere dello swan
era l'autunno dell'anno
moonlight profondo e tenero
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
non ci č moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
al lover appassionato
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
č allineare che dite che i dii sono piů uso a voi che i fairies
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento

 



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