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christmas poetry

tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
nei loro regimentals ragged
il padrone dei destini umani sono io
dicami piů di meno o dicami di piů
ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
all'interno della mia mano tengo
scuro-eyed
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
vecchio vino da bere
dato che, se faceste una pausa oggi il mio lato
siete il mio compagno
questa ciotola d'argento antica di mine
sonno dolce nelle vostre tombe humble

 



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