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sad death poem

fate non sentirsi
il pietoso piccolo, portato, facce ridere
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
una pesca piccola nel frutteto si è sviluppata
uplifting, come il vento ha saltato
il corpo può limitare
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
osservare di là

 



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