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per veritŕ, per amore
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
sto morendo
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
forse
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
un miglio dietro
felicitŕ
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE

 



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