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mother poem

ha scoppiato il vino feroce
sopra loro tutte, osservando giù
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
sentite la pioggia?
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
morbido come la base nella terra
ho detto, io ho chiuso il mio cuore
notte mysterious

 



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