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friendship poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
e con l'uccello di ronzio
senza sosta
glooms delle viv-quercie
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
potremmo ma sapere
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
ho detto
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
un uccello ha cantato
amavo una donna
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
facce belle e tragical

 



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