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grandma poem

le montagne sono gente silenziosa
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
mescolisi
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
vedrò stasera una stella
li ho sentiti nella notte
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore

 



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