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sorry poem

in tutte le cose non parlate di
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
così caduto
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
non appenda corona
risiedo alla montagna della tabella
e con l'uccello di ronzio
sono una donna
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore

 



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