Lxxvii. _the blood of christ._ (Michelangelo Buonarroti Poems)
Mentre m' attrista.Mid weariness and woe I find some cheer In thinking of the past, when I recall My weakness and my ...
Mentre m' attrista.Mid weariness and woe I find some cheer In thinking of the past, when I recall My weakness and my ...
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