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urdu poetry

sono andati i tre, quelle sorelle rare
se fossi molto sicuro
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
una parola di volo di qui e lŕ
il mio figlio č guasto e sono ciechi andanti
le preghiere bianche piccole
la notte era nera e drear
questi sono
le navi stanno trovandosi nella baia
nobility della morte ancora
era un oysterman giovane alto
amavo una donna
ho guardato sul cielo glorious

 



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