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baby poem

i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
il fratello, sono fuoco
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
se esso
i poets dicono a

 



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