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mother daughter poem

č spesso non cosě?
lungo una riva del fiume
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
tutti quei tesori che si trovano
desolato e solo
la signora, il vostro cuore si č girata verso polvere
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
sono fevered
sposti la terra in tempo nuvoloso
vecchio vino da bere
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
il giorno č fatto

 



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