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fall poem

ho vinto la corsa
su e giů va
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
nei numeri mournful
contro la fiamma verde dell'cratego-albero
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
in tutte le cose non parlate di
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
un gleam di oro il gloom in e gray
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
č allineare che dite che i dii sono piů uso a voi che i fairies
sto cantando voi
dal sud alla rottura del giorno

 



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