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sad death poem

bello
non si addolori che finito
parla non bene
una parola di volo di qui e lŕ
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
fiori dei bambini
indietro, giri indietro
morbido come la base nella terra
nei loro regimentals ragged
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
facce belle e tragical
in un vecchio alloggiamento si č illuminato morbidamente
piantiamo

 



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