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mother poem

perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
uomo freddo severo
ora per una lotta attiva e cheerful
vado il mio senso complacently
lascilo essere triste
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
sentite la pioggia?
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
malinconia, azzurro era
dove io trovili
e pane del breaketh non di più

 



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