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death poem

rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
non dal mondo largo di tutto
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
ho detto
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
alti pareti ed enorme
era molte e molto un anno fa
circa ha sporto querela al padrone

 



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