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nature poem

era non per quell'odore singolare
la mia anima è un campo arato scuro
sotto il timone del guerriero
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
del sole né stelle
dite che lo amate
alcuni dei hurts che avete curato
se lo slayer rosso pensa slays

 



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