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son poem

sceso all'alba dalle colline windless
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
sono fevered
due file dei cavoli
un miglio dietro
come come le stelle è questo il bianco, facce nameless
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
come livellare cade
qui si trova una signora la più bella
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing

 



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