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romantic poem

il giorno è fatto
fiori dei bambini
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
uno sguardo è ma un raggio
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
ma non posso ora leggerlo
da me indegno e sconosciuto
quando vado di nuovo a terra
come un uomo nudo io va
quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna

 



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