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love friendship poem

agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
chi chiamerà il vento
non posso ora dirvi
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
il sole è in su
conosco non dove
mi chiedono dove sono stato
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo

 



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