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sad poem

nei numeri mournful
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
non posso ora dirvi
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
sopra il fiume beckon a me
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male

 



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