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halloween poem for kid

che cosa era esso i motori detti
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
vi ricordate di
ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
dicami piů di meno o dicami di piů
sole e vento e battimento del mare
dal profondo e l'oscuritŕ
esistere dello swan
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
dal ponticello rude
chi chiamerŕ il vento
ancora tredici anni
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
i giorni malinconici sono venuto

 



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