!.!.!.!.Course of a few dead leaves
!.!.!.!.with the explosion of wort in the silhouettes
!.!.!.!.and so beautiful glow of window-dressing
!.!.!.!.Feather on the skin!.
!.!.!.!.At that very moment stops the harbinger
!.!.!.!.his message in hand, stuck on the back
!.!.!.!.and with its uncomfortable position
!.!.!.!.the sun shines even more from the heights!.
!.!.!.!.Like Bello, weightless
!.!.!.!.sweet rays are divided
!.!.!.!.between stems and warm nests
!.!.!.!.come with lowering visibility!.
!.!.!.!.The recato tries to win respect
!.!.!.!.the melodrama of the moment!.
!.!.!.!.Oxygen uptake with strong suicidal
!.!.!.!.strongly clings to life
!.!.!.!.and useless attempts have been dyed magenta
!.!.!.!.are already falling without knowing what it represents!.
!.!.!.!.With the fall on the demerit
!.!.!.!.award of merit to debit
!.!.!.!.- fueling agreements with the myth,
!.!.!.!.the cruel goodbye of a romance!.
Course of a few dead leaves!.
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