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e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
braided e tessuto
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
ci è uno che quella i amava una volta così tanto
con gli occhi meek e marroni

 



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