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death poem

pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
che cosa io devono voi
la luna aumentante ha nascosto le stelle
lucida l'ultima età, il seguente con speranza è visto
morbido come la base nella terra
l'odore del è aumentato così falso, le spine così allineare
sono fevered
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
conosce un rilascio poco costoso
rose ed oro

 



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