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i love you poem

è venuto prenderlo dalla mano
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima è athirst
con il tramonto
non prego per pace
ci sono tre sensi in cui gli uomini prendono
come lui di chi spirito nella fiammata del mezzogiorno
quando ero un ragazzo all'università
nei loro regimentals ragged
indietro, giri indietro
disprezzo i miei amici più di voi
lascili pity coloro di che sia migliore fuori che noi sono

 



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