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christmas poem

li ho detestati
prima del san bronze solenne
ci č un paese in pieno di vino
per allora senza
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
amico, di cui il sorriso č venuto essere
siete bei e sbiaditi
quell'anno
vado il mio senso complacently
cosě perso
č andato
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
rumori che si sforzano strapparsi

 



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