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love poem

la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
lascilo essere triste
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
ho visto le nubi fra le colline
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
amavo una donna
noi che si sono levati in piedi
è spesso non così?
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
chi è il corridore nei cieli

 



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