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sad poem

corsa alto-sopportata
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
metŕ di piaceri e palazzi benchč possiamo vagare
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
fra il fumo e nebbia di un pomeriggio di dicembre
ora
molto bene, voi liberali
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
stuff della luna
ho visto le nubi fra le colline

 



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