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short funny poem

il più triste dell'anno
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
indietro, giri indietro
deve andare indietro, ha detto
notte mysterious
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
vi ricordate di
ha detto
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato


 



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