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in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
riempio questa tazza
fra le montagne ho vagato
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
behold me, in miei chiffon, garza e canutiglia
due file dei cavoli
era una bellezza nei giorni
perchč
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
sto morendo
vado il mio senso complacently

 



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