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best friend poem

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
alcuni giorni più ventosi
veda che mi dò voi
ciò è la nave della perla
splendor dolce
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
uno per uno, come va da un albero
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
quell'anno
del sole né stelle
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing

 



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