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love friendship poem

vecchio vino da bere
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
ci è un paese in pieno di vino
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
vi ricordate di
la gradisco
prima del san bronze solenne
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays
una foschia stava guidando giù

 



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