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gothic poetry

sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ultima mezzanotte
conosco non dove
basamento qui dal mio lato
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
mai in tutta la mia vita
eliminazione, lottante vainly
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
diami la fame
siete il mio compagno
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra

 



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