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good bye poem

era un oysterman giovane alto
braided e tessuto
la nerezza
e pane del breaketh non di più
un miglio dietro
all'alba, ha detto
se fossi molto sicuro
ma non posso ora leggerlo
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
il sole è in su
non sia falso

 



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