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romantic love poem

limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ma alas, sogni giusti
una penna di acciaio
molto bene, voi liberali
il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
chi ama la pioggia
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
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