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grandma poem

mille anni silenziosi fa
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
glass-blower di tempo
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
noi che si sono levati in piedi
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
la penso splendido giusto
corsa alto-sopportata
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing

 



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