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father poem

tutti quei tesori che si trovano
non brucio incenso
città che non è una città
nella sfera
in pieno delle rotture
su e giĂą va
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
nei numeri mournful

 



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