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la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
li prevedo
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
in sua tenda custodita
truely
andato prima di noi
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
perchè così triste mio bello?
non eravamo molti
vi ricordate di
ombre alate che scopano vicino

 



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