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romantic poem

l'alba era verde mela
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
e come potreste sogno della riunione
è ci qualcuno là
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
morbidamente piangendo
una parola di volo di qui e là
i poets dicono a
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo

 



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