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teenage love poem

il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
nei loro regimentals ragged
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
vi ricordate di
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
impaurito nient'altro, dico
un miglio dietro
dal puntello, dal mare
le montagne sono gente silenziosa

 



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