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sad love poem

i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
sto morendo
quando le ore del giorno sono numerate
sono una donna
la signora, il vostro cuore si è girata verso polvere
possono comunicare di amore in un cottage
non brucio incenso
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
per verità, per amore
le vecchie canzoni
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi

 



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