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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
sentite la pioggia?
la notte era nera e drear
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
che cosa era esso i motori detti
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
abbiamo nessuno shame?

 



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