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best friend poem

non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
una foschia stava guidando giù
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
bello
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
la notte era nera e drear
sentite la pioggia?
veda che mi dò voi

 



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