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friend poetry

ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
da solo
su e giù va
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
amavo una donna
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
chi chiamerà il vento
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
l'alba era verde mela

 



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