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pumpkin poem

mi sono levato in piedi
sono il vento che esita
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
il sole č in su
ma non posso ora leggerlo
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano

 



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