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family poem

risiedo alla montagna della tabella
un poet, prendente il freno fuori della sua linguetta
sopra il fiume beckon a me
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
ciò è la canzone della gioventù
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
per verità, per amore
la donna molto ha mancato, come denominate a me, chiamata a me
mille anni silenziosi fa
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
conosco che cosa state andando dire

 



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