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sad death poem

vado il mio senso complacently
quando vado di nuovo a terra
sotto la luna della raccolta
andato prima di noi
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
esistere dello swan
che cosa era esso i motori detti
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
dai prati ricchi con cereale
non prego per pace

 



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