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vecchio vino da bere
nei loro regimentals ragged
è andato
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
all'alba, ha detto
l'alba era verde mela
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
è ci qualcuno là
il corpo può limitare
ci è un'ora di riposo pacifico
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada

 



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