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funeral poem

i giorni malinconici sono venuto
notte mysterious
amilo in fine, o se non
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della cittŕ
il fratello, sono fuoco
forse
per questi bracci bianchi circa il mio collo
ascolti il mare suonante
provato nel glimmer nei vostri occhi
basamento qui dal mio lato

 



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