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love friendship poem

non posso ora dirvi
tre anni fa oggi
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
chi chiamerĂ  il vento
per veritĂ , per amore
penso spesso alla cittĂ  bella
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
l'alba era verde mela
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
sono il vento che esita
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
splendor dolce

 



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