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tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
cittŕ che non č una cittŕ
esistere dello swan
sotto il timone del guerriero
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
benchč repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
sono stancare di essere amaro e stancare di essere saggio
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite

 



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