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grandma poem

gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
la notte era nera e drear
dove io trovili
il rullo triste del tamburo desonorizzato ha battimento
nei loro regimentals ragged
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
devo dire buona notte
forse è materia che avete morto
nel porto di nuovo York
ed il mio nome è sincero

 



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