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perch allora, il mosto noi vede?
passando tramite le pareti huddled ed ugly
quel compagno sconosciuto venuto sul mescolareare i piedi
ho detto
scattando in su, cadendo
era non per quell'odore singolare
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
uno per uno, come va da un albero
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte

 



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