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mother daughter poem

la notte era nera e drear
il corpo puň limitare
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
sotto il timone del guerriero
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
ma alas, sogni giusti
sto morendo
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
esprimiamo le nostre passioni piů basse

 



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