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ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
li prevedo
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
chi chiamerà il vento
amo le vecchie disposizioni melodious
i loro capelli bei
quegli occhi neri i una volta così elogiato
non prego per pace
questi sono
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
mai in tutta la mia vita

 



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