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mother daughter poem

limps con la fermata del passo doloroso
i corridoi di marmo resounding lunghi
il prato stava strisciando
la festività reale è stata fatta
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
persino avrebbe suo scherzo
sia in me come gli atteggiamenti eternal
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave
sopra il fiume, sulla collina

 



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