What a cold little hand. />and here we have the moon close by.
Wait, miss,
I'll tell you in two words
who I am, and what I do,
how I live. Do you want?
Who am I?
I am a poet.
What do I do? I write.
And how do I live? Alive!
In my happy poverty
I spend it like a great lord
rhymes and hymns of love.
For dreams and chimeras
and for castles in the air,
/>My soul is a millionaire.
Sometimes from my chest
They steal all the jewels
Two thieves, beautiful eyes.
Come in with you just now,< br/>and my used dreams
and my beautiful dreams,
they will soon disappear!
But the theft is not forgotten,
because, it has taken you room
the sweet hope!
Now that you know me,
you speak, oh! Speak.
Who are you? Please tell me!

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