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friend poem

tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
era molte e molto un anno fa
non sia falso
quando libertĂ  dalla sua altezza della montagna
fate non sentirsi
con gioia e wonder
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
alti pareti ed enorme
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
per allora senza
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina

 



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