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cowboy poetry

ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
non posso ora dirvi
migliori che il granito
dal ponticello rude
mi domando dove vivete
il corpo puň limitare
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tč
nel porto di nuovo York
potremmo ma sapere
splendido e terribile il vostro amore
dicami non

 



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