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son poem

ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
un pensiero dolce solenne
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
il cielo
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me

 



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