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break up poem

perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
lo ho visto una volta prima
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
era l'autunno dell'anno
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
ho fatto una volta soltanto un voto, uno
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
prenda i miei bracelets
amavo una donna
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo

 



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