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sad death poem

ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
non prego per pace
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
che cosa era esso i motori detti
lascilo essere triste
e come potreste sogno della riunione
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
babylon -- dove vado sognare
come candela bianca
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ha incurvato l'inondazione

 



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