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funeral poem

sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
nel vostro volo
ho visto la prima pera
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
li ha fatti mai vedono un coccodrillo
il fratello, sono fuoco

 



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