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short funny poem

mi chiedono dove sono stato
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
dicami non
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione č amore
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless
per coprire il pensiero ardente

 



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