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mother daughter poem

tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
e con l'uccello di ronzio
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
quando la notte va alla deriva lungo le vie della città
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
dai prati ricchi con cereale
limps con la fermata del passo doloroso

 



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