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sad death poem

per allora senza
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
eliminazione, lottante vainly
amico, di cui il sorriso è venuto essere
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
una storia molto notevole questo è
lasci il unsaid bello di parole
sopra il fiume beckon a me
ma non posso ora leggerlo
perchè
quando ero si è rotto a Londra
non ci è fuga dal fiume
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato

 



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