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poem for pastors

sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
dal mare scintillante
la festività reale è stata fatta
oscillato nella culla del profondo
mi sono levato in piedi
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
vivo dalla riva del fiume
passato inesorabile di thou
figlie di tempo
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
basamento qui dal mio lato
il sole è in su
malinconia, azzurro era

 



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