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Jan 2021
Wandering in the woods
I met you in the hoods

I feel the leaves falling
You see the leaves dancing

I’m annoyed by a rotten shiver
You’re enjoying sparkles in the river

“Please, the woods some more let’s comb”
“My baby is waiting at home”
bilbo
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bilbo  M/Italy
(M/Italy)   
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