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mother daughter poem

agito i miei capelli nel vento della mattina
la notte era nera e drear
li ha fatti mai sentono parlare
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
dite che lo amate
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
non posso ritenere sempre il suo greatness
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada

 



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