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I hadn't known In watching wars Why hiding longs On gentle shores I hadn't found Lost ways home In watching wars Wild olives grew away While hiding longed On gentle shores Finding her In flowers burning She wrapped me as memory In pocket and carried testa di moro Somebody loved somebody I'm an Irish journalist Stop human rights violations Stop homeless trafficking In california Irwins people can't stop me and bambina
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
Bambinas night alone
I hadn't known In watching wars Why hiding longs On gentle shores I hadn't found Lost ways home In watching wars Wild olives grew away While hiding longed On gentle shores Finding her In flowers burning She wrapped me as memory In pocket and carried testa di moro Somebody loved somebody I'm an Irish journalist Stop human rights violations Stop homeless trafficking In california Irwins people can't stop me and bambina
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Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 11:56 PM UTC
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