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ma non posso ora leggerlo
il prato stava strisciando
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
li ho detestati
benchè repine di amore e strofinio di motivo
tempesta
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
tutti gli anni sfavorevoli
uccelli contro il vento di aprile
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
un pensiero dolce solenne
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili

 



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