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romantic love poem

tutti quei tesori che si trovano
agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
non brucio incenso
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
la fragranza è venuto
città che non è una città

 



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