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broken heart poem

la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
ho vinto la corsa
dal pavimento al soffitto
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
aumentato dai morti
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
amo rubare per un po'via
nei loro regimentals ragged
uomo freddo severo

 



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