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sono il vento che esita
che cosa io devono voi
mescolisi
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
con gli occhi meek e marroni
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
lascilo essere triste
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
per allora senza

 



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