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suicide poetry

sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble
era un oysterman giovane alto
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
li ho fatti un'offerta tutto l'addio
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
morbidamente ora la luce del giorno
sono nell'amore con gli alti posti far-seeing
li prevedo
sotto il timone del guerriero
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
come come le stelle č questo il bianco, facce nameless

 



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