stormy night
it was a stormy night
He was barely breathing everyone woke-up
He went to the hospital
He died that morning
stormy night
it was a stormy night
He was barely breathing everyone woke-up
He went to the hospital
He died that morning
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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