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religious poem

perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
mille anni silenziosi fa
fiore bianco della gomma piuma, fiore rosso della fiamma
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
prima del san bronze solenne
felicitŕ
glooms delle viv-quercie
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
le ombre pongono lungo broadway
č venuto prenderlo dalla mano
in corridoi di sonno avete vagato vicino
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra

 



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