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come livellare cade
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ma non posso ora leggerlo
così caduto
truely
come le aquile sul high alto
con gioia e wonder
osservi fuori sulle stelle, il mio amore
il fratello, sono fuoco
parla non bene
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata

 



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