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grandmother poem

uno sguardo è ma un raggio
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
per verità, per amore
desolato e solo
dove io trovili
vecchio vino da bere
dolce e forte
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
chi chiamerà il vento
composto del loveliness da solo
il sole è in su

 



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