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memorial poem

ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
in tutte le cose non parlate di
chi è il corridore nei cieli
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
quando vado di nuovo a terra
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
devo dire buona notte
una penna di acciaio
in possa
ha scoppiato il vino feroce

 



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