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poem for dad

come le aquile sul high alto
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
con gli occhi meek e marroni
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra
è ci qualcuno là
che cosa io devono voi
dialo
il prato stava strisciando
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi

 



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