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baby poem

potremmo ma sapere
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
dicami più di meno o dicami di più
che cosa noi ora farà
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
conosco che cosa state andando dire
del sole né stelle
tempesta
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
quando il velare dagli occhi è alzato
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso

 



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