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angel poem

sono fevered
la gradisco
sto morendo
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
non si addolori che finito
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
non sia arrabbiato con me
tutti dentro e tutti senza di me
la terra mantiene certo andare di vibrazione
potremmo ma sapere
nella sfera

 



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