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father poem

e pane del breaketh non di più
amo rubare per un po'via
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
una volta questo tappeto erboso molle
perchè così triste mio bello?
glooms delle viv-quercie
non prego per pace
il fratello, sono fuoco
nobility della morte ancora
con gli occhi meek e marroni
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
il mio amore allineare dal suo cuscino è aumentato
uno con voi
mescolisi

 



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