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grandmother poem

l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
cammino giù i percorsi del giardino
ma alas, sogni giusti
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
ascolti il mare suonante
è aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
ombre alate che scopano vicino
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
in settembre
che cosa noi ora farà
pharaoh, re della terra dell'egitto
ci situiamo
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro

 



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