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i miss you poem

sono vecchio e cieco
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
all'alba, ha detto
in qualche luogo ho letto un racconto sconosciuto, vecchio, arrugginito
quindi non posso
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
mi sono levato in piedi
era l'autunno dell'anno
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
diami la fame
sotto la mia finestra in una via della cittŕ
su e giů va

 



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