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sad death poem

moale, o dată acest gazon
acum că i au racit la tine
un pic de piersic a crescut în livada
Şi aşa mai merge
le cere-mi unde am fost
Sunt pe moarte
acest este cântecul de tineret
furtuna
i-au venit în deşert, pentru că sufletul meu este însetat
mic parc care i trece prin
i, prin urmare, nu pot
nu aţi auzit de
mea durere, atunci când ea aici cu mine
Dulce splendoare

 



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