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non posso ora dirvi
amilo in fine, o se non
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
il giorno č fatto
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
serene di pomeriggio e luminoso verdi
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
buona donna
amo rubare per un po'via
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
volontŕ glimmer sul mare?
ora
tutti quei tesori che si trovano

 



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