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grandmother poem

nel porto di nuovo York
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
non si addolori che finito
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
se esso
in settembre
la sua faccia č giusta e liscia e fine
ci č uno che quella i amava una volta cosě tanto

 



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