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grandma poem

truely
notte mysterious
i cieli che erano ashen e sobrio
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
calma come che seconda estate
ha incurvato l'inondazione
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
sopra il fiume, sulla collina
ci sono guadagni per tutte le nostre perdite
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
ma non posso ora leggerlo
con di anima dei labbri colore rosso e cuore della pietra

 



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