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friend poem

quando vado di nuovo a terra
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
cara moglie
sotto la luna della raccolta
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
tutto l'mio amore per il mio dolce
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
sono il vento che esita

 



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