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una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
conosco non dove
chi ama la pioggia
rose ed oro
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
all'interno della mia mano tengo
sto morendo
in vostri bracci era il piacere tranquillo
glooms delle viv-quercie
le montagne sono gente silenziosa
o giusta e stately domestica, di cui occhi
fate sentirsi
perchč sono le cose che non hanno morte
al lato di un campo raso

 



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