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grandma poem

parla non bene
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
ora
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
dal puntello, dal mare
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ho fatto una pausa la stoffa per tendine aperta
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
questi cuori sono stati tessuti delle gioie umane e cure
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
passato inesorabile di thou

 



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