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DE Bona fourtuna I claim
For the dark red stones frame
among the smoky shores flames
I adored the ancient beauty
And the whistle of the half City
In their loud voices were love songs
and their Arts was the colors to sing
The Great Italy is the oldest love will live
In the beauty of the Boot but it is Gold ring
And the Its Bells will be for the Lord sing
it is gift for you
I wrote my love for ITALY
the stranger
posted by
NAJWA
on June 7, 2007 at 9:21 AM
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yea I'm thinkign too...now:-)
posted by
dark_mistress
on June 7, 2007 at 5:09 AM
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well written ,full of healing power scriber
posted by
drohan254
on June 7, 2007 at 5:07 AM
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so many images,interesting.
posted by
proc
on June 7, 2007 at 4:23 AM
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posted by
star4sky5
on June 6, 2007 at 11:34 PM
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Amanda__
on June 6, 2007 at 2:30 PM
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