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pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
sopra loro tutte, osservando giů
non sia arrabbiato con me
era non per quell'odore singolare
uno con voi
eliminazione, lottante vainly
la nerezza ruba le forme di tutte le regine
č spesso non cosě?
come le aquile sul high alto
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta

 



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