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friendship poem

uomo freddo severo
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
semplicità

 



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