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mother poem

come le aquile sul high alto
il singolo pugno serrato alzato e ready
burly, humble-ape fare un pisolino
ho guardato sul cielo glorious
fra le montagne ho vagato
prenda i miei bracelets
amo non troppo bene la mia vita, ma
č ci qualcuno lŕ
ombre alate che scopano vicino
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
la luce ritirata

 



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