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weigh certain silences in the lightness of the air knows the autumn.
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Fall, the richest of the seasons
that tells of past summers,
a lightweight thoughts of
crowds and leave without reservations,
temple in the heart.
.
There is a season for everything
and a time to live it in a short stay inside or look
like being inside that broke your sweater, I should no longer suffer
the darkness of the cold.
. That
your sweater blue aviation
with your smell in
.
.
Beatrice Niccolai
"with your scent inside"
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