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ci č una cittŕ, builded da nessuna mano
benchč sia piccolo come tutte le cose piccole
la mia madre twines me rose bagnate con rugiada
ed ancora hanno camminato sopra
ci situiamo
la penso splendido giusto
all'interno di questa tomba umile un conqueror si trova
impaurito nient'altro, dico
fino alla sua finestra dell'alloggiamento
la mia anima va placcata nelle cose gorgeous

 



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