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sad death poem

lo ho visto una volta prima
ho sentito tutto il giorno il vento
come esso
le stelle sono caduto da cielo
vivo dalla riva del fiume
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
come candela bianca
ma non posso ora leggerlo
la gradisco
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare

 



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