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mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
truely
travails della terra
dicami non
ancora tredici anni
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente stata mescolata
e come potreste sogno della riunione
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
deve andare indietro, ha detto
la mia anima un campo arato scuro
e pane del breaketh non di pi
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi

 



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