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life poem

parla non bene
tristi sono che conoscono non l'amore
la festività reale è stata fatta
bello
ho vinto la corsa
quanto selvaggio, come strega-come bizzarro che la vita dovrebbe essere
ora mentre i miei labbri stanno vivendo
sotto il timone del guerriero
per allora senza
ho lanciato il mondo
movimento del vostro corpo è come musica
risiedo alla montagna della tabella

 



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