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grandmother poem

sotto la luna della raccolta
di ci non era mai un suono al lato il legno ma uno
non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta cosě tanto oro
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
molto bene, voi liberali
le veritŕ terribili questi sono
amo rubare per un po'via
aumentato dai morti
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
rose ed oro

 



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