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mother poem

ho visto che hunched e rabbrividendo sulle pietre
musing, fra il tramonto e l'oscuritŕ
poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
basso! 'tis un la notte di gala
mondo che cambia sotto la mia mano
ho entrato nel deserto perché la mia anima č athirst
una storia molto notevole questo č
sotto un albero di diffusione della castagna

 



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