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anniversary poem

come esso
i loro capelli bei
nel porto di nuovo York
mentre mi sono levato in piedi ascoltare, discreetly dumb
che cosa era esso i motori detti
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente
ho avuto un timore nella mia vita
addolorisi non per l'invisibile
siete il mio compagno
ho visto con gli occhi aperti
per veritĂ , per amore
il dolce con il fern ed è aumentato
perchè sono le cose che non hanno morte
notte mysterious

 



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