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love poem

la canzone e sogno da per andato mai
perch cos triste mio bello?
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
nobility della morte ancora
non posso ora dirvi
come le aquile sul high alto
ci qualcuno l
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
una penna di acciaio

 



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