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grandma poem

ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
era una bellezza nei giorni
non ci č fuga dal fiume
la notte era nera e drear
prenda i miei bracelets
in pieno delle rotture
cosě caduto
lo ho visto una volta prima
impaurito nient'altro, dico
lungo una riva del fiume
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
il dolce con il fern ed č aumentato
braided e tessuto
il giorno č fatto

 



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