For those who long has been locked up in the city,
Sweet is a beautiful watch and open
Take the sky, a prayer exhale
the smile opened up the blue firmament.
Who happiest when with peace in the heart
Tired is granted in a pleasant undulating grass
Withdrawal
read a story of love and languor Gentile?
And then, returning home at night, the ear
Resounding Philomela, the eye
Teso for running a bright cloud of the cruising,
regret the brevity of the days spent:
As the passage of tear When an angel falls
the clear ether silently.
poem by John Keats
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