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happy birthday poem

perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
perchè così triste mio bello?
morbido come la base nella terra
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
dal pavimento al soffitto
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
non posso ora dirvi
basamento qui dal mio lato

 



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