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siete chiari
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
sotto il timone del guerriero
quell'anno
sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
vado il mio senso complacently
ho visto la prima pera
i giorni hypocritic
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
tristemente parlando
questi sono

 



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