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alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
un'ombra grigia sottile sul bordo di pensiero
lascilo essere triste
aranci di coglitura nubian blu-neri
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
diami la fame
andato prima di noi
il giorno è fatto
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
cara moglie
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto

 



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