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life poem

siete il mio compagno
se esso
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
della l'oscurità e pace nel mia base finale
bello
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
la neve bisbiglia circa me
se fossi molto sicuro
in pieno delle rotture
la notte era nera e drear
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire

 



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