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christmas poems

il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
l'agonia di avere troppa alimentazione
in pieno delle rotture
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
gloom

 



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