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lyric poetry

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
facce belle e tragical
splendor dolce
sotto la luna della raccolta
conosco non dove
uno per uno, come va da un albero
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
sentite la pioggia?
vado il mio senso complacently
disprezzo i miei amici piĂą di voi
ma non posso ora leggerlo

 



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