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retirement poem

quando ho esaminato i vostri occhi
pensieri tramite la mia testa
amilo in fine, o se non
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
oscillato nella culla del profondo
siete vivi?
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
diami la fame
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
con gli occhi meek e marroni

 



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