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benchè sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
eliminazione, lottante vainly
la fragranza è venuto
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
ciò è l'arsenale
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine

 



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