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i miss you poem

ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
ciò è la nave della perla
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
il prato stava strisciando
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
ed il mio nome è sincero

 



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