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grandma poem

il bambino che ha gettato via il foglio dopo il foglio
short e dolce ed abbiamo arrivato alla fine di esso
aumentato dai morti
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
tramite il seno facente male della vasta terra
nobility della morte ancora
avete camminare visto attraverso il villaggio
fate sentirsi
che cosa noi ora farŕ
prenda i miei bracelets

 



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