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sad death poem

corsa alto-sopportata
vedo tutti gli spiriti umani
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
aumentato dai morti
vecchio vino da bere
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
e con l'uccello di ronzio
così perso
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
la nerezza rotola verso l'alto
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata

 



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