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sad death poem

quando libertà dalla sua altezza della montagna
e come potreste sogno della riunione
per potere vedere ogni lato di ogni domanda
dove io trovili
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
oscillato nella culla del profondo
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
non giri la vostra testa

 



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