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best friend poem

ho visto con gli occhi aperti
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
per allora senza
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
la notte č scura ed i venti di inverno
facce belle e tragical
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
sono il vento che esita
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
in un vecchio alloggiamento si č illuminato morbidamente
nei loro regimentals ragged
qui si trova una signora la piů bella

 



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