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african american poetry

tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
le canzoni antiche
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
li ho sentiti nella notte
sotto la luna della raccolta
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
rinnovi la visione di piacere
per coprire il pensiero ardente
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred

 



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