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death poem

quindi non posso
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
amo rubare per un po'via
del sole né stelle
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
la penso splendido giusto
truely
malinconia, azzurro era
ed il mio nome è sincero
ho visto le stelle più fiere

 



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