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baby shower poem

il piů triste dell'anno
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
oscillato nella culla del profondo
siete chiari
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
mi chiedono dove sono stato
nel porto di nuovo York
moonlight profondo e tenero
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
debole-č traversata la canzone

 



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