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father poem

fate non sentirsi
l'alba era verde mela
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
siete il mio compagno
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
non ci è moltitudine, comunque guardato e teso
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
se fossi molto sicuro
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite

 



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