Sunshine winks through leaves and branches, fog is rising, wind cloud chase and now shadows gather, sometimes sparkling lights, whispered muffled without the mutilation of birds, but enjoy the heart the days of October, also the sea, that he will remember him ... My October, my bright verse, with cold wind and sunny captivity, with the summer I forgive and with you I burn, that I have found in thee, how expensive it is every day.
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