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grandma poem

conosco che cosa state andando dire
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
non posso ora dirvi
e pane del breaketh non di più
perchè così triste mio bello?
all'interno della mia mano tengo
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
pensieri tramite la mia testa
al lato di un campo raso

 



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