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siete chiari
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
come un uomo nudo io va
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
lasci una conservazione di gioia voi
pensieri tramite la mia testa
la sua faccia è giusta e liscia e fine
dalla finestra un mare degli alberi verdi
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
tristemente parlando

 



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