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thanksgiving poem

poiché ho ritenuto il senso della morte
prenda i miei bracelets
una foschia stava guidando giù
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
i giorni malinconici sono venuto
con il tramonto
composto del loveliness da solo
ci situiamo
gloom
quando vado di nuovo a terra
come io aiuti alla destra il mondo che sta andando male
la figlia, l'arte di thou viene morire
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me

 



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