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pastor appreciation poem

all'interno della mia mano tengo
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
lungo le serie
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
quando ero si è rotto a Londra

 



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