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christmas poem

dal ponticello rude
ho vinto la corsa
ora che mi sono raffreddato a voi
ho visto le stelle piů fiere
il merriment infinito e insensato delle stelle
ciň č l'arsenale
un miglio dietro
cammino giů i percorsi del giardino
il sole č in su
una storia molto notevole questo č
cara moglie
ci situiamo
per ero un consigliere gaunt e grave

 



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