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sad love poem

ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
città che non è una città
per verità, per amore
non giri la vostra testa
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
dicami non
due file dei cavoli
ultima mezzanotte
alla mezzanotte
la festività reale è stata fatta

 



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