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broken heart poem

sono vecchio e cieco
glooms delle viv-quercie
quando i mare-venti hanno perforato i nostri solitudes
sotto il timone del guerriero
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
prima del san bronze solenne
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
quegli occhi neri i una volta cosě elogiato
la penso splendido giusto

 



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