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baby poem

passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
tutti si acquietano lungo il potomac
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
impaurito nient'altro, dico
esistere dello swan
sono vecchio e cieco
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ed il mio nome è sincero
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
quando ero si è rotto a Londra

 



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