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friendship poem

la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
moonlight profondo e tenero
esprimiamo le nostre passioni più basse
un uccello ha cantato
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
era una bellezza nei giorni
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
città che non è una città
ho visto la prima pera
cara moglie

 



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