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questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
vado il mio senso complacently
sonno, fratello grigio della morte
tempesta
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
composto del loveliness da solo
dite che lo amate
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
uno per uno, come va da un albero
ho vinto la corsa

 



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