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thanksgiving poem

era non per quell'odore singolare
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
ci la canzone della giovent
la fragranza venuto
pensieri tramite la mia testa
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
quando ero si rotto a Londra
per allora senza
sotto il foglio dusky dell'alloro
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi

 



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