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suicide poem

ho visto con gli occhi aperti
non giri la vostra testa
travails della terra
semplicemente parlando
dove io trovili
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
sia paziente, vita, quando l'amore è al cancello

 



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