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sad death poem

una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
e così va
mi chiedono dove sono stato
sto morendo
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
tempesta
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
poco parco che attraverso
quindi non posso
fate non sentirsi
il mio dispiacere, quando è qui con me
splendor dolce

 



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