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sotto la luna della raccolta
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
era l'autunno dell'anno
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
con gioia e wonder
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
dal ponticello rude
molto bene, voi liberali
la neve bisbiglia circa me

 



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