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ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
la fragranza č venuto
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
non si addolori che finito
con il tramonto
i loro capelli bei
morbido come la base nella terra
veda che mi dň voi
ma non posso ora leggerlo
sto morendo
li prevedo
devo dire buona notte
tristemente parlando

 



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