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grandmother poem

glass-blower di tempo
mai in tutta la mia vita
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
desolato e solo
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
amavo una donna
bello
non prego per pace
l'aria č piena l'alba del e la molla
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
dicami non
felicitŕ

 



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