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lyric poem

morbido come la base nella terra
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
sotto la luna della raccolta
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
ed il mio nome č sincero
ho detto
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
abbiamo nessuno shame?
glooms delle viv-quercie
perchč
gloom
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me

 



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