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autumn poetry

ella debe ir detrás, ella dijo
el más triste del año
por completo de rasgones
cuando libertad de su altura de la montaña
pero alas, sueños justos
el aire es lleno de amanecer y de resorte
paredes y enorme altos
dígame
¡bajo!' tis a la noche de la gala
una vez este césped suave
el amanecer era verde
behold yo, en mi chiffon, gasa y malla
estoy en amor con los altos lugares far-seeing

 



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