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Winter

Leaves have fallen, summer now returns.
This time, the sunlight condenses
And falls as dew, still dispensing burns.
Call it Winter; summer just pretenses.

cursedpens

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Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila -- un menzonero

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