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black poetry

il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
nei numeri mournful
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
fate non sentirsi
ascolti
ora
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
un pensiero dolce solenne
basamento qui dal mio lato
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
mi chiedono dove sono stato
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura

 



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