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Paris
Versione alternativa diAlternative version of «Parigi»
O, the grey sunsets brim the chalice,
The sign of malady that hath no end;
My back lies ‘pon the streets of Paris,
Yet my feet are chained in hell.
PoesiePoems › QuartineQuatrains
Versione alternativa diAlternative version of «Parigi»
O, the grey sunsets brim the chalice,
The sign of malady that hath no end;
My back lies ‘pon the streets of Paris,
Yet my feet are chained in hell.