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retirement poem

la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
veda, rinviano
uomo freddo severo
i drowses pallidi di giorno sull'occidentale bagnano
non sia arrabbiato con me

 



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