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grandmother poem

quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
ho detto
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
la musica i si è sentita con voi era più della musica
con gli occhi meek e marroni
il cielo
la terra mantiene certo andare di vibrazione
in settembre
vi ricordate di
sono il vento che esita
come candela bianca
è andato

 



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