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rompiamo il vetro di cui vino sacred
era un oysterman giovane alto
la mia madre lo ha insegnato che ogni notte
dite che lo amate
mai in tutta la mia vita
faccio la mia protezione, ma nessuno sa
per verità, per amore
alti pareti ed enorme
dolce e forte
uno per uno, come va da un albero
con i suoi capelli che flaying sfrenatamente

 



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