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suicide poem

quando il velare dagli occhi è alzato
è allineare che dite che i dii sono più uso a voi che i fairies
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous
ci è una città, builded da nessuna mano
era molte e molto un anno fa
li prevedo
là dalla finestra nella vecchia casa
faccia i ragazzi e le ragazze ancora vanno
sono vecchio e cieco
e mentre abbiamo camminato l'erba debolmente è stata mescolata
potremmo ma sapere

 



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