I die in vane to met Hamlet Shakespeare
I die in vane to met Hamlet Shakespeare
his young son become like is father poet to poet many book I will looking at his working by day or by night
own room note from notebook there . Light of day into
though night moon also many star is so bight . One later
that day I saying young son to talking about her mother sister of two lifetime . New being of joyful heat's like as music poet in air blow a way music note . I was back time
before in down row to row line History
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