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romantic poem

je me suis tenu prêt le tissu pour rideaux ouvert
tranquillement, avec le reverance, dans la crainte
glooms des vivre-chênes
je ne puis pas toujours sentir son greatness
voyez, ils retournent
je remplis cette tasse
il y avait de trois dans le pré par le ruisseau
dans la sphère
le soleil et vent et battement de mer
comment sauvage, comment sorcière-comme étrange qui la vie devrait être
allé avant nous
comme égaliser tombe


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