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città che non è una città
i giorni hypocritic
aumentato dai morti
faccialo rotare giù dal prato
per coprire il pensiero ardente
pensate, il mio ragazzo, quando metto i miei bracci intorno voi
dal profondo e l'oscurità
la notte era nera e drear
ci era un momento durante gli anni precedenti

 



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