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son poem

ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
ho avuto un sogno e mi sono svegliato con esso
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
semplicemente parlando
ho vinto la corsa
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
con gioia e wonder
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto

 



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