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best love poem

la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
felicità
all'interno della mia mano tengo
mi sono levato in piedi
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
dal sud alla rottura del giorno

 



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