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broken heart poem

una storia molto notevole questo è
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
su e giù va
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
alti pareti ed enorme
dialo
senza dubbio mi ricordo di ancora
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
bucks neri grassi in una stanza del vino-barilotto
sotto la mia finestra in una via della città
basamento qui dal mio lato
nel vostro volo
morbidamente piangendo

 



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