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non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
mescolisi
ci erano tre nel prato dal ruscello
sono il vento che esita
il giorno č fatto
movimento del vostro corpo č come musica
quindi non posso
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente č stata mescolata
buona donna
veda, da questa falsificazione di lui
la notte scorsa la luna piena ha posto un panno del bianco

 



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