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cowboy poetry

mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
fra le montagne ho vagato
lo ho visto una volta prima
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
un uccello ha cantato
parla non bene
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
il sole ha fatto un passo giù dal suo throne dorato
ci situiamo
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
ottanta anni hanno passato e più
quando vado di nuovo a terra

 



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