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best friend poem

ha detto
sotto la luna della raccolta
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
qui cade nessuna luce
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
malinconia, azzurro era
conosco che cosa state andando dire
pensieri tramite la mia testa
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
la nerezza
al lato di un campo raso
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ho visto le stelle piů fiere
e con l'uccello di ronzio

 



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