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i love you poem

un uccello ha cantato
perch allora, il mosto noi vede?
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
le verit terribili questi sono
come mi trovo coperto dentro, selezionato dentro
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
tranquillamente, con il reverance, nel awe
amo la mia ora di vento e di luce
poich ho ritenuto il senso della morte
mistero pi scuro e pi sconosciuto

 



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