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spanish poem

il mio figlio ティ guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
un cielo che non ha conosciuto mai il sole, la luna o le stelle
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
ci ティ uno che quella i amava una volta cosテャ tanto
desolato e solo
debole-ティ traversata la canzone
con gli occhi meek e marroni
nei loro regimentals ragged
chi ティ il corridore nei cieli
dice a di buoni vecchi periodi

 



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