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good bye poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
quando un atto è fatto per la libertà
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
nei numeri mournful
travails della terra
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
nel porto di nuovo York
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
esistere dello swan
ancora il suo gray oscilla la torretta sopra il mare

 



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