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african american poetry

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
era non per quell'odore singolare
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
volontà glimmer sul mare?
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
tengo il vostro cuore
conosco non dove

 



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