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spanish poem

per veritą, per amore
ho visto le stelle pił fiere
ma non posso ora leggerlo
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
non appenda corona
mi domando dove vivete
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano

 



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