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son poem

ho lanciato il mondo
il più triste dell'anno
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
chi ama la pioggia
che cosa noi ora farà
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente

 



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