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good bye poem

di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
la luce ritirata
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
che cosa noi ora farŕ
in pieno delle rotture
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
una storia molto notevole questo č
una foschia stava guidando giů
sono una donna
malinconia, azzurro era
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
dal mare scintillante

 



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