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grandma poem

ho visto le stelle più fiere
l'amore è stato cantato mille sensi
siete chiari
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
con gli occhi meek e marroni
siete bei e sbiaditi
e pane del breaketh non di più
amo rubare per un po'via
così caduto
veda lo sperimentale
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
quando, pieno di amore caldo e desideroso
sopra il fiume beckon a me

 



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