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fate non sentirsi
in tutte le cose non parlate di
quelli sul superiore dicono che li conoscono, terra -- sono liars
quando ero si č rotto a Londra
andato prima di noi
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si č sviluppata
sono vecchio e cieco
lucida l'ultima etŕ, il seguente con speranza č visto
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
le canzoni antiche

 



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