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sorry poem

ciņ č la nave della perla
ad alcuno i dii grassi
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi
il sole č in su
osservare di lą
nel porto di nuovo York
che cosa io devono voi
da solo
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ho lanciato il mondo
chi chiamerą il vento
al lato di un campo raso
č aumentato e l'ambra era il tramonto sul fiume

 



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