I'd say
"now I dive into the sea I want to take a flower
Understanding the world of poets
is down to the depths
there and start running as if it were largest of the prairies.
The poet is not always true
never will reveal his top secret, even if you
condemn the infamy of the lie,
E 'already dead too many times
for because thou kill.
It seems to be lost in the sea while you run and where you
Dimple waves,
will emerge from the darkest depths,
the free flowering of a wild meadow
Beatrice Niccolai
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