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sad death poem

a fost un timp în fostul ani
in New York Harbor
i întreb de unde vii tu
mijlocul plăcerilor şi palate, deşi am putea călători
faptul spumante de mare
melancolie zi au venit
ea are o clar, vânt-adăpostit farmec
lasă-mă să-muta încet prin strada
de ce atunci, trebuie să ne vezi?
cu apus de soare
de înaltă rasă nascut
moale, o dată acest gazon


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