sei la mia vita e la mia morte
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Last published Sat, Apr 11, 2020
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Forse era tutto un sogno, il sogno di Zayd.
Zayd credeva nell'amore infinito e nella sua perfetta forma di forma di felicita che lo avvolgeva.
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