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sad poem

vedrò stasera una stella
parla non bene
amavo una donna
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla più in anticipo
un uccello ha cantato
nei loro regimentals ragged
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
non ci è fuga dal fiume
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
chi è il corridore nei cieli
rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
dai nostri posti nascosti
i nostri momenti piacevoli volano
risiedo alla montagna della tabella

 



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