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good bye poem

l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
ho visto la prima pera
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
è spesso non così?
stuff della luna
ho lanciato il mondo
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
non dal mondo largo di tutto
in sua tenda custodita
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
all'interno della mia mano tengo

 



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