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grandma poem

ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
lo ho visto una volta prima
a che cosa una donna la paragonerŕ cara
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
e come potreste sogno della riunione
sentite la pioggia?
penso spesso alla cittŕ bella
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
morbidamente piangendo
bello
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno

 



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