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sad love poem

ed il mio nome è sincero
dal sud alla rottura del giorno
tre giorni li ho sentiti addolorarsi quando mi situo completamente
non sia arrabbiato con me
che probabilità spiteful ruba i unawares
le tonalità della notte stavano cadendo velocemente
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
perchè così triste mio bello?
prima del san bronze solenne
su e giù va
non c'sono nessuna preda io dei pensieri difficili
dicami non
quando ho rinviato al tramonto
un pensiero dolce solenne

 



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