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poem for pastors

amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
ha scoppiato il vino feroce
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
siete vivi?

 



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