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grandma poem

l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
un uccello ha cantato
non si addolori che finito
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous

 



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