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pumpkin poem

dite che lo amate
non sia falso
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
mistero piů scuro e piů sconosciuto
sono fevered
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
perchč allora, il mosto noi vede?
amilo in fine, o se non
ho vinto la corsa
babylon -- dove vado sognare

 



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