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father poem

quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
truely
lungo le serie
il vecchio ovest, il vecchio tempo
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
la signora, il vostro cuore si girata verso polvere
sto cantando voi
nobility della morte ancora
dicami non
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
al lato di un campo raso
lo ho visto una volta prima
eliminazione, lottante vainly
come le aquile sul high alto

 



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