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sad love poem

bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
fate non sentirsi
amo rubare per un po'via
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscuritĂ 
che cosa io devono voi
e con l'uccello di ronzio
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
che cosa era esso i motori detti
i loro capelli bei
forse è materia che avete morto
sopra il fiume beckon a me
amilo in fine, o se non

 



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