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spanish poem

non ho saputo mai che la terra ha avuta così tanto oro
dicami non
il corpo può limitare
una tempesta sta guidando sulla marea
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
poco parco che attraverso
qui si trova una signora la più bella
lungamente fa, nel moonlight giovane
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
ho visto che il dio voi lo dubita?
nelle mattine nube-grige

 



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