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aumentato dai morti
dal pavimento al soffitto
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
una foschia stava guidando giù
un pensiero dolce solenne
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
non eravamo molti
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
tempesta

 



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