I courted death sweet…

I courted death sweet,
And died one after the other.
ABOUT, Woe is me! these tombs
Predicted word my.
Like crows circling, hear
hot, fresh blood,
So wild lyrics, exulting,
My sends love.
With you my sweet and sultry,
you are close, like the heart in the chest.
Give me a hand, listen quietly.
I beseech thee: uydi.
And even if I do not recognize, where are you,
O muse, ego does not call,
Let him be alive, not sung
I do not recognize my love.

1921

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