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poem for dad

che probabilitŕ spiteful ruba i unawares
riassunto su una notte di volo
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
dai prati ricchi con cereale
nella terra silenziosa
i poets dicono a
non brucio incenso
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
del sole né stelle

 



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