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good bye poem

non rimanga nient'altro
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
cane dal percalle ed il gatto del calicò
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
ci era uno strangeness sui vostri labbri
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare

 



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