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mother daughter poem

ha sentito i bambini giocare al sole
non giri la vostra testa
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
i loro capelli bei
molto bene, voi liberali
composto del loveliness da solo
nella sfera
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
ci uno che quella i amava una volta cos tanto

 



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