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grandmother poem

nei loro regimentals ragged
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
glooms delle viv-quercie
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
questi sono
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
malinconia, azzurro era
ho visto le stelle più fiere
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me

 



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