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sad love poem

chi ama la pioggia
dai nostri posti nascosti
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
gaily attraverso i campi abbiamo ballato
il lampo ha esposto a flash ed ha alzato
improvvisamente, dai sensi scuri e frondosi
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
la festivitŕ reale č stata fatta

 



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