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christmas poem

i loro capelli bei
braided e tessuto
vado il mio senso complacently
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
veda, rinviano
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
circa ha sporto querela al padrone
mi sono levato in piedi
faccialo rotare giů dal prato
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
non brucio incenso

 



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