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sorry poem

del sole né stelle
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
impaurito nient'altro, dico
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
portimi la canzone morbida
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
penso spesso alla città bella
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
moonlight profondo e tenero
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred

 



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