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life poem

sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
dai nostri posti nascosti
le ombre delle navi
uomo freddo severo
poco cancello è stato raggiunto in fine
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono

 



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