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grandma poem

ha scoppiato il vino feroce
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
sto morendo
chi chiamerŕ il vento
se fossi molto sicuro
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova

 



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