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Celeste is this
correspondence amorous feelings,
heavenly gift is in humans, and often for
she lives with his friend
extinct and extinct with us, if the pious land
who picked it up and infant fed him,
in her womb last
handing asylum, sacred relics make
dall'insultar de 'clouds from the profane and vulgar
's foot, and Serbs as a rock, tree smelled of flowers and
friend's ashes soft shadows consuls.
Only he who does not leave legacy of suffering
little joy in;
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My thoughts these days is the rock that finally Serbian your name.
Wolf.
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