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son poem

sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
corsa alto-sopportata
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
dicami
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
perchè così triste mio bello?
potremmo ma sapere
ultima mezzanotte
metà di piaceri e palazzi benchè possiamo vagare
migliori che il granito
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
e pane del breaketh non di più

 



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