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love poem

quando venite stasera
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
mi sono levato in piedi
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
ho visto la prima pera
nei numeri mournful
non giri la vostra testa
i giorni malinconici sono venuto

 



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