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bluish smoke
Evening heat rises,
Tuscan valleys king…
he is past, by, by
Bat rush
Under the street lamp…
And now, in the valleys
Innumerable multitude of lights,
And now, in the windows
The return glitter stones,
And the city is hidden mountains
In his twilight blue,
And amuse Lady
canzone areal…
Smokes dusty toffee,
And light foam foams
Glass of Christ's Tears…
Must dance and sing at the feast,
Florence, traitors,
The burnt by a wreath of roses!..
Driven mad Canzone
About faithful love,
And thou shalt make a sleepless night,
And the strings truncate,
And Bey in his drum booming,
Rыdaniya this!
In a deserted alley
Mourns thy soul…
August 1909
