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sad love poem

all'interno della mia mano tengo
vado il mio senso complacently
quindi non posso
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
stuff della luna
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
nelle mattine nube-grige
non ci č fuga dal fiume
dicami non
diami la fame

 



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