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Views: 3Dream
Some nights I dream of days: four rows of greens, flowers in twelve vases.

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Views: 3Some nights I dream of days: four rows of greens, flowers in twelve vases.

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Views: 2Once, for a while, I was in love too.
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Views: 1I'm sick today and don't feel like doing a thing.

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Views: 1Let me tell you about our country, its shapes raised from rivers and hills.
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Views: 0Little one, little one, lend me your smile.
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Views: 1When I grow up, Mum, hold me the way you held me when I was small.

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Views: 0A poem written in English, after the words of a boy in Northern Italy.

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Views: 0Four lines for the evenings that need comfort.
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Views: 1Someone called me old, but my love is still the same.

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Views: 0Lately I don't feel like writing poems.

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Views: 0Let's love each other until the day neither of us is young.

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Views: 0Hold my hand through the door, and grow old until we're very old.

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Views: 0Why, living in this world, do people have to love each other?

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Views: 0I won't let myself dream it through, afraid to wake to an empty present.