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daughter poem

ho visto i archangels nel mio mela-albero la notte scorsa
il sole è in su
lascilo muoversi lentamente tramite la via
mi sono levato in piedi
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
parla non bene
per venire così presto a questo ha immaginato l'oscurità
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
ci situiamo
nei numeri mournful
malinconia, azzurro era

 



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