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il mio figlio guasto e sono ciechi andanti
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
era molte e molto un anno fa
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
passato inesorabile di thou
appena come mie barrette su queste chiavi
sono fevered
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino

 



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