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daughter poem

il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
era non per quell'odore singolare
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione č amore
la fragranza č venuto
disprezzo i miei amici piů di voi
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
siete il mio compagno
le montagne sono gente silenziosa

 



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