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romantic poetry

nelle mattine nube-grige
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
oscillato nella culla del profondo
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
città che non è una città
glass-blower di tempo
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
mistero più scuro e più sconosciuto
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
conosco che cosa state andando dire
tre anni fa oggi

 



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