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sto cantando voi
come un uomo nudo io va
ho scagliato la mia anima all'aria come un volo del falco
il mio figlio è guasto e sono ciechi andanti
l'aria è piena l'alba del e la molla
non ci è fuga dal fiume
nella sfera
in possa
qui si trova una signora la piĂą bella
potrebbe conoscerla nella molla piĂą in anticipo
mi levo in piedi nel tempo grigio freddo

 



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