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love poem

la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
le vecchie canzoni
notte mysterious
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
lascilo essere triste
era non per quell'odore singolare
calma come che seconda estate
bello
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si sviluppata

 



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