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daughter poem

se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
siete chiari
malinconia, azzurro era
la terra mantiene certo andare di vibrazione
e con l'uccello di ronzio
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
il mio dispiacere, quando č qui con me
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
ed il mio nome č sincero
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
lungamente fa la luce solare di estate lucidare
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato

 



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