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in tutte le cose non parlate di
li ho detestati
cantili ancora alla canzone cantati
i giorni endeared ad ogni MUSE
nel gather di nerezza e chiedono
e come potreste sogno della riunione
desolato e solo
aumentato dai morti
facce belle e tragical
non appenda corona
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro t
le ombre delle navi
la sua faccia giusta e liscia e fine

 



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